I am drawn to places with a specific geographic identity. Even more so when there is a matching overlay of cultural identity. And even more so when that identity is gradually being lost. The Florida Panhandle is such a place. Even though the sum of its parts is based on a geographical shape only 200 miles wide and 50 miles high, the parts themselves are a unique mashup. Arguably the most beautiful beaches in the country. Perhaps the biggest concentration of military bases. The legendary home of hedonistic spring breakers and world class kitsch. The most politically and culturally conservative part of Florida. Aggressive development along the Gulf next to the shacks of the piney woods more like southern Georgia and Alabama. It’s these contradictions that make it so fascinating.