To step into the devils triangle bordered by the airport, the Miami River, and Hialeah Yard is to enter into a time warp resembling a mix of 1950's railroading and Humphrey Bogart's Casablanca.
In his book "Blue Thunder", Thomas Burdick writes of Miami. "In the early sixties..., the city was a refuge for the aged and sickly; for winter-weary retirees and big city mobsters; for legal and illegal aliens fleeing one or another oppressive regime; adventurers looking for a new thrill; and misfits, people who for one reason or another were out of step with most of America. It was city built by the most exquisite dreamers, like Flagler and Plant, and like all dreams it was dying. By the eighties Miami was a great mystical phoenix rising from the ashes. A new mecca, the city of the future, a hot, vibrant magnet for all who sought a new life, a new chance. A place where fortunes were made, almost overnight, and no one looked too closely at how they were made. A place with so little past that new money become old money within a few years. ...modern-day Miami, America's Casablanca. Colorful, hot, free spirited. A city of mystery harboring secrets. And an element of toughness and danger lurking just beneath the carefree veneer. Life in Miami is for those who don't mind living on the razor's edge. To many it's the air of combustibility slashing every so often across the deceptive serenity that makes life in Miami so alluring."
Featured below is a series of photo prints that represent Miami as I see it. Click on the thumbnail to see a larger view.
