Twenty Years in Miami
Twenty years collapsed into a single moment of recognition on Ocean Drive. I was back in Miami Beach, camera in hand, but everything had changed.
The first time I'd walked these Art Deco streets was on my honeymoon in 2005 - young, newly married, the world stretching endlessly ahead. Now I was here with my 18-year-old son, helping him transition to American college life. Two decades had passed in what felt like a blink.
Standing in front of the same historic buildings, I realised that the most significant chapter of my life as a hands-on father was ending. All those years of weekend football matches, training sessions, car journeys filled with post-game analysis - those daily interactions that had defined nearly two decades were about to become memories.
Seeing differently
Photographing in Miami challenged me in unexpected ways. Miami is bright, bold, unapologetically vibrant - everything exposed in harsh Florida sunshine. More unsettling was feeling like a tourist when I’m used to photographing - whether the streets of London, or my local town - like a resident. The iPhone-wielding holidaymakers around me were capturing memories - family moments, proof of presence, holiday mementos. I felt out of place with my big, bulky Canon EOS 3 film camera (a new, pre-holiday purchase) - perhaps a microcosm of my bigger uncertainty about my purpose and place in the world as my children grow up and leave the nest.
The Art Deco district practically demands clichéd shots. Those curved buildings with their perfect pastel facades seem designed for postcard photography. But I kept seeking angles where the famous curves contrasted with straight lines, where palm fronds created natural frames, where shadows revealed architectural details that most visitors rush past.
Some moments demanded attention regardless of artistic merit. How could I walk past without photographing the Star Wars character windscreen sun shade, as if Han Solo and crew had temporarily abandoned the Millennium Falcon for Miami Beach? Or the absurd juxtaposition of a massive Miami Beach Police truck parked beside what appeared to be military-grade equipment - a reminder that even paradise requires serious security.
The weight of time
What struck me most wasn't what I was photographing, but how differently I was seeing. Twenty years ago, Miami Beach represented adventure, the unknown, the beginning of something. Now it felt like a marker of time's relentless passage.
The geometric precision of Art Deco windows reflected not just architectural history but personal history - all the years and memories that had accumulated since I'd last stood here.
Photography demands presence, but presence becomes complicated when you're simultaneously processing the past and anticipating an uncertain future. Every shot felt weighted with significance I couldn't quite articulate at the time.
What remains
Looking back at these images now, I'm surprised by what I managed to capture despite feeling emotionally scattered. The compositions are more decisive than I remembered making them. They show the Art Deco district from some interesting and unusual perspectives; street and architectural scenes that show how art deco sentiment infuses everything for a few glorious blocks.
Perhaps that's what two decades of living teaches you - how to function creatively even when processing profound change. These aren't my strongest photographs, but they document something important: a father learning to see his role differently, a photographer pushing beyond his comfort zone, a recognition that time moves on whether we're paying attention or not.
My son is now settled into his American college life, and I’m back home with my camera, processing what it means to photograph and see the world from this new chapter of life. The challenge now is using this transition as creative fuel rather than an emotional obstacle.
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