The surroundings, be they ever so beautiful can't seem to dispel the inherent testiness of close living. This time with a new twist, a veiled threat perhaps I hadn't seen before in a Keep Out sign. Perhaps an ironic sense of humor I'd like to think:
And if you need it illustrated, life in old town Key West is life lived at close quarters.Imagine your regular American suburban lot then check out these offsets. Imagine washing up the dishes at the kitchen sink and staring out the window at your neighbor perhaps three feet away...
And yet for the lucky ones, there is room enough to keep a boat. Personally I like having a dock in my suburban backyard, with a boat in the water for the summer months (mine is on its trailer now as the waters are decidedly cold):
And having thus reached the other end of the block we find ourselves looking back at the afternoon sun that sets off contrasting shades under the palms:
Johnson Lane was a peaceful place in the late afternoon but I wasn't completely alone, a silent shadow whisked by:
And the inevitable dog walker crossed the end of the lane on a colorful stretch of Windsor:
All we needed was the hum of bees to complete the illusion of summer in November, but we're told even bees are in short supply as our world continues to change precipitously, and disastrously, around us. Not Old Town Key West, that stays the same we hope with just minor variations. Living history.