The reaction I get these days when I tell people I do video…”You do video?!” Yes, I do video. It’s ironic that most people think of me as a still photographer these days when video is actually how this all got started. So for those that may have forgotten that I do video, here’s a reminder.
A little twist on the obligatory annual family portrait as we will be forever preserved in bobble heads.
I think Snapple drinks have programmed everybody to look under the lids of their drinks to see what’s under there. You know you do it. I’m alway looking under the lid.
There’s obviously a lot that’s different between the two parks. After the location (obviously) the biggest difference is simply the size. There’s just more real estate in Florida. But after today’s adventures, the biggest difference for me now is the Disney experience. You get more of it in Florida. I’m not knocking the parks in California – don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed my first day in Disneyland. It’s fascinating to pick out the similarities and differences between all the rides. For instance, in Florida it’s the Swiss Family Robinson Tree House. In California it’s Tarzan’s Tree House. Neat. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, right smack in the middle of Anaheim. That’s the biggest difference for me – the fact that you’re navigating through a city as well as the parks in California. The public transportation is Anaheim’s. In Florida, you’re completely immersed in all things Disney (that is, of course, if you stay “on campus”). The public transportation is Disney’s. Walt Disney World has a sprawling 43 square miles (or 27,258 acres) of real estate whereas Disneyland operates on about 160 acres. So you see, the “World” has spoiled me.
After a while, it becomes difficult to tell what’s up and what’s down. 219 steps to the top of the St. Augustine Lighthouse.
We’ve renamed the Florida state nickname to the “Funshine” state. Just so you know. That is all.
Yeah, it wasn’t that impressive, but I wonder if its big brother is still lurking…
Sponges grow in the ocean. That just ‘gets’ me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn’t happen.
– Steven Wright
So at what point does the urge to dig a hole at the beach cease to exist? I think I’ll hold on to that one for a while.
Works every time…