Absolutely love it. For some reason, as I was absorbing your combination of selected photos and quotes, Blue Oyster Cult's song "Florida Man," from their sublime 2020 album THE SYMBOL REMAINS, began playing in my head. Though it's about something quite different than the beauty and mystery that are the focus of your post, maybe its lyrics play off the vibe in obscurely meaningful ways? They do for me, at least. Invocation of a mystery of another sort.
"Florida Man" by Blue Oyster Cult (lyrics by the great John Shirley)
Should you settle down in the Sunshine State?
You should know of its tangled fate
How the conquistador came to Florida
Long before it had a name
The medicine man of the Seminole
Knelt by the sacred flame and cursed the soul
Of the conquistador
And his son, and his sons, and the young ones
Of the Florida man
Down at the mall, where the boas crawl
Ted makes love to a concrete wall
His brother Red said his Uncle Ned
Found Elvis in a loaf of bread
High on meth, there's little Beth
The neighbor's cat is on her breath
Dan dreams he's got red wings of fire
He's waking and shaking on a power wire
Slim sees his face on a moonlit wave
He grabs a shovel and digs his own grave
Lee hates plate glass, he drives right through it
Said Alice's caterpillar made him do it
A Miami nurse snatches a purse
And drives down the freeway in reverse
Phil asks the cops to test his drugs
After they find him hiding under a rug
Don't you laugh, it could be you
The Florida curse always comes true
You can jeer, but you don't understand
Any fragile soul can be a Florida man
