Rain, Clouds, and Wind Welcome Year Twenty Fourteen (2014)

Rain, clouds, and wind in that order.

Rock me like a hurricane. Its wet and windy.
Rock me like a hurricane. Its wet and windy.
Bubbles on driver side window.
Bubbles on driver side window.
Tall white mocha Starbucks crack in VW Golf cup holder.
Inside the VW Golf looking down at my tall white mocha Starbucks crack.
Strong winds on shore, but no gusts.
Strong winds on shore, but no gusts.

Surprisingly, a stout and possibly happy man with the leftover courage of a new year’s eve raver slopped through waves. Standing, falling, standing, floating. The guy had company.

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MOCA Jacksonville and That’s All

Five hours north of South Florida is a mud puddle called Jacksonville. An decent one. I’m being harsh. Deep appreciation of well maintained highways sets between the very edges of Indian River county upwards to Jacksonville. Makes you kinda proud. Tall trees along both sides north and south bound lanes. Roads free of junk and clear lane demarcations. Simple functional rest stations. And this being Florida the drive is largely a straight line with the occasional curve and mole hill.

I suck for posting this two months late. It’ll happen again. It’s habitual.

Getting around Jacksonville was super convenient. Slightly exaggerating there is one traffic light every two miles. At least this was the experience shuttling from Southside to Orange Park. Here’s an overly generalized observation: Orange Park is working class perhaps a little slummy while Southside is new construction, shoppes, manicured.

Taking in the northern coast beach and MOCA where my only humble goals of this trip.

Soft white powered sand characterizes the beach. The sand is as hard as a flat surface; hard enough that many early birds ride their bicycles on the beach. So don’t expect to sand castles and getting buried in sand. That is clearly out of the question. Plus there is nearly a football field sized distance between the edge of civilization and the ocean. This open space is the beach. The sunrise was nice and plenty of tourists and locals woke early to be rejuvenated and inspired by it.

 

Beach sunrise
Sunrise at Jacksonville beach on an August Saturday.
Beach sunrise
Sunrise at Jacksonville beach on an August Saturday.
Beach sunrise
Sunrise at Jacksonville beach on an August Saturday.
Beach sunrise
Sunrise at Jacksonville beach on an August Saturday.

Downtown Jacksonville was a let down. Maybe ’cause it was Saturday and downtowns in small mud cities usually empty on weekends. Regardless, downtown seemed a little blighted. Next to MOCA Jacksonville on the same block same attached building is the public library. Across a public center with circular fountain sans green space. Its relatively small. First impression driving on the street separating museum from the public center was the commotion at the library so much so that I initially thought the library was the museum. ‘An active art crowd. Great!’ I thought. It wasn’t the museum. Homeless locals hang out at the library and public center. Well, yeah.

Three of the five floors are exhibition space. The boutique cafe inside was closed. The front desk was very nice. She explained everything and genuinely welcomed me. Head down doing something as I entered she raised with a smile.

Admission sticker on chest and MOCA Jacksonville floor plan in hand she eagerly tells me of her favorite piece since I asked for suggestions. Climbing the stairs to second floor offers nice view of the a Heather Cox Winter 2013 Project in large open exhibition atrium.

 

Heather Cox MOCA Jacksonville
Heather Cox, Project Atrium at MOCA Jacksonville
Heather Cox MOCA Jacksonville
Heather Cox, Project Atrium at MOCA Jacksonville
Heather Cox MOCA Jacksonville
Heather Cox, Project Atrium at MOCA Jacksonville
Heather Cox MOCA Jackonville
Heather Cox, Project Atrium at MOCA Jacksonville

Quiet and lonely. Aside from security there was just one other museum patron. Eyes glance down, Mona Lisa frown. While I really enjoy art and museums I can’t say that I can intelligently critique art. My observations are of level of effort and thought the artist takes in creating their art. An appreciation and interest in their time and effort and skill. Hardly do I search for the concept or attempt to calculate their inspiration. In the permanent collection of MOCA Jacksonville are a series of Richard Anuszkiewicz paintings on second floor display. This was the highlight of the visit. That and the cute refreshing girl in the gift shop. Do Google, Wikipedia, and YouTube Richard Anuszkiewicz and then you too can name drop Op art.

Let’s talk about something important. The girl at the gift shop. I would. I didn’t. She gave me a tip of the Black Sheep restaurant in the Riverside neighborhood a few minutes from downtown. Its a trendy artsy areas. I’d live there. Did a drive by and it was packed. Didn’t eat there. With Black Sheep in the review view mirror the red narrow front door of a psycologist’s made me stop and take a picture. Look at my picture.

Modern building architecture in Riverside Jacksonville neighborhood
Building in Riverside neighborhood near downtown Jacksonville.

Something About the Beach at Night

Orange Lights Show the Way at the Beach
Orange night lights light the walking path on the beach.

Have it all to myself. Hard rain ended. Cool and windy. Silent lightning seen afar in vibrant purple lines. Saltwater.

Wet and sandy feet in flip flops. Feels great to be here.

Rainy Afternoon Beach Boredom

Saturday. Cloudy and rainy. Awoke after midday and bored.

Drove. Whippers left right left. Listening to Boards of Canada‘s Trans Canada Highway album. Left Side Drive track. Quite chilly with the A/C on first of five settings especially with an gloomy afternoon. Gloom is good. Red brake lights refract through the water beads on the windshield. Space constellations.

Stopped at Starbucks after a thirty minute aimless drive. Two foot flooding in the parking lot. Grande White Mocha with Whipped Cream. Hot please. Oh, you like my Starfucker t-shirt. No, I haven’t gone to their concert. Here, scan the barcode on my phone. Beep. Receipt? Nope. Thanks.

The beach.

Desire to be alone but in public. Park at meter and wait and stare towards the beach. No one is nearby save for a few wet weather joggers and walkers. With current conditions being the opposite of typical, now is the time to experience something mildly uncommon. More people should be here.

The hot White Mocha wasn’t as sweet as expected. Sweet not throughout. Just at the bottom. The kind of sweetness that needs swirling. New hires or trainees possibly. Hope they improve.

One would expect these sounds. Water constantly slapping itself. Static copy cat. Under a small hut shelter it is easy to spend long stretches in silence absorbed by the sound and closeness to the end of land. Like a cliff or the edge of the world, if it were flat. These days are reflective.

The sand and saltwater have a special smell. Distinctive. Why isn’t this a design house or celebrity parfum already? The pier not far. Another fragrance entirely of fish guts.

Cold and rainy and tranquil. This is the way the beach was meant to be enjoyed.