Sunday, May 20, 2018


I got lucky with the weather Friday morning. I timed my arrival at West Summerland Key, above Bahia Honda with the sunrise on a  cloudy humid morning when the air seemed to make the most of the sunshine that penetrated those various layers of clouds.
Rusty was having fun running through the bushes and across that rare hillside which was formed here by Flagler's engineers building up their track (1911) to the bridge across the "Deep Bay." The modern road bridge (1982)  is much less dramatic and requires no piled up dirt to cross Bahia Honda:
The old bridge is falling apart and I was quite surprised to have my vantage point to myself. There was one other car in the parking lot and its occupant was snoring.
The tides also run strong through the bridge pilings:

Rusty decided he had energy to burn so he raced up and down in the dried and not so dry seaweed piled up along the shore:

I try not to worry about him falling off the seawall. He is a dog and needs his wild moments. So far he does well coming back to me only occasionally with a thorn scratch or a torn pad in his paw. It does him good to be a dog exploring out of sight and minding his own business.
For me it's a time to enjoy the scenery and to try to record it, though I am never given enough time or encouragement by my dog to contemplate using a tripod for stability. Luckily my Panasonic has excellent stability control.
The old rail bridge leading to Bahia Honda State Park.
I miss this mangrove bush. It used to look so vital and alive with all its leaves. Hurricane irma put paid to that:
As was before the storm, (sigh):
Storm or not the fishing goes on:
I can't help myself  it looked so much richer before Irma:

Friday, May 18, 2018

Wild Creatures

Sitting at  a park bench looking out at an uncharacteristically sunny drenched afternoon, glad to see the rich shades of green and blue all around me, even in the water:
 It seems brown pelicans haven't all migrated elsewhere. I'm told they aren't strictly described as migratory but in the Keys their numbers ebb and flow with the seasons.
 For some reasons pelicans are often described as goofy birds but I find them quite strikingly adapted to hunting and killing and swallowing whole fish.
 The very loud woodpecker. It sounds like someone hammering nails when it pecks a tree:
 I couldn't get a clear shot so I watched it for a while watching me through a thicket of mangrove twigs:
 Then the very weird dragonfly, buzzing silently and speedily between hand holds.
 The further I pushed the telephoto the creepier the thing became; less gossamer and more human.
 So I was happy to chase a dreary old seagull for a while as it circled far overhead like a normal bird:
 An early morning walk startled me as i watched where I put my feet during a  high tide. A snake, motionless underwater, photographed badly using the telephoto function on my iPhone, always a bad idea but I wasn't going closer:
It's head popped up above he water as I backed off and while it breathed I reverted the phone to encyclopedia function and studied water snakes. Turns out the poisonous ones have distinct blocky heads, thick bodies and narrow obvious tails. The harmless guys look thin and uniform, which is I think what we have here. I am not fond of snakes but they serve a useful pest control purpose and I am unwilling to harm them. Equally I want no part of provoking or bothering them whatever they are. It just seems unfair some of them appear defenseless and have to bluff by being aggressive and pretending to be lying in wait. They make me nervous.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Two Weeks

I was away barely two weeks and staying up all night getting yelled at by people in distress was not one of the things I missed. Riding my  scooter was.
 It was sunny in Scotland and rainy in Italy so the upside down nature of the weather might as well continue with daily drenchings in sunny Florida:
 My slow recovery from sickness meant my dog got miniature walks, brief escapes where I could sit and cough and blow my nose and watch him amuse himself.
 A parking lot and fishing bridge alongside the Overseas Highway would do.
 The weather was odd enough that sensible people were at work or indoors, not fishing.
 Rusty made the most of his thrity minutes of running around to watch the world go by. 
 Being free like tat, not tied up or fenced in gives him the latitude to sit and watch and think, 
I don't think he blamed me for my feeble state of health but like me he probably expected more after my extended absence from his daily life.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Rainy Days

Got home from vacation. Came down with a fever and a hacking wheezing cough. Went to bed. My sister said the rest of the family got it too so at least I could enjoy the fact that they were suffering what they gave me...Fie days of bed rest, staggering off with Rusty between rain showers, more bed rest and now back at work intermittently and starting to feel better. Vacations are too much work.