I do like White Street by night. I was there yesterday on my lunch break around 1:30 in the am.
In the picture above we are looking south toward Sandy's Café and in the distance, the White Street Pier. In the picture below we see White Street looking north toward Eaton Street.
The big white building on the corner of Truman Avenue houses a well known travel agent who gets in the newspaper occasionally for organizing off the beaten track adventure tours in dusty messy places around the world. And for apparently choosing to put ornate metal sculptures in the shop window.
Across the street the fish vendor seems to have got a good thing going. It hasn't been there that long but it seems to be doing well, in a town with lots of fish competition:
I can't help myself; I like photographing Key West homes and especially at night, double especially if there is a Bonneville in the frame:
Some dude came by and nearly gave me a heart attack when he asked if i was selling my Bonneville. "Argh! Never!!" I squawked. "Oh," he said, "I thought you might be photographing it for eBay," he went on "Nice bike," obviously to mollify me after he saw my pained expression.
No this Bonneville is not for sale, get your own.
I have no idea why they call it Author's Guest house- perhaps it's a criterion for would be guests?- but it's Palm trees look good at night. Especially with a Triumph in front. I know it's lame to keep mentioning it, but I haven't been including the Bonneville in enough pictures lately.
How about this Conch Cottage with deep velvety black night sky behind? And the Bonneville blah...blah...blah.
Talk about a velvet back ground, I took this picture of the plaque at the veterans cemetery on White Street near Southard:
without the flash and with a five second exposure this was what I got of the area behind the picket fence: 
And across the street this rather formal topiary hedge. I'm not sure if it counts as an actual topiary being as how the hedge doesn't properly look like a carved animal but I was figuring maybe you could call it a caterpillar and be done?
And then there is Art in other tangible forms along the street:
Not to mention Cuban food next door:
And my friend Amy runs her gym on this stretch of White Street as well. Their original shared location burned down across the street from Sandy's Café but the Stay Fit Studio landed on it's feet here:
And then finally a reminder that traffic always tends to be a little heavier on White Street, a major artery across the city. A couple of scooters came blatting through while I was taking these pictures so I snapped the shutter on one of them: 
Just for fun. here today, gone tomorrow in a streak of red and white light...
In the picture above we are looking south toward Sandy's Café and in the distance, the White Street Pier. In the picture below we see White Street looking north toward Eaton Street.
The big white building on the corner of Truman Avenue houses a well known travel agent who gets in the newspaper occasionally for organizing off the beaten track adventure tours in dusty messy places around the world. And for apparently choosing to put ornate metal sculptures in the shop window.Across the street the fish vendor seems to have got a good thing going. It hasn't been there that long but it seems to be doing well, in a town with lots of fish competition:I can't help myself; I like photographing Key West homes and especially at night, double especially if there is a Bonneville in the frame:Some dude came by and nearly gave me a heart attack when he asked if i was selling my Bonneville. "Argh! Never!!" I squawked. "Oh," he said, "I thought you might be photographing it for eBay," he went on "Nice bike," obviously to mollify me after he saw my pained expression.No this Bonneville is not for sale, get your own.
I have no idea why they call it Author's Guest house- perhaps it's a criterion for would be guests?- but it's Palm trees look good at night. Especially with a Triumph in front. I know it's lame to keep mentioning it, but I haven't been including the Bonneville in enough pictures lately.How about this Conch Cottage with deep velvety black night sky behind? And the Bonneville blah...blah...blah.
Talk about a velvet back ground, I took this picture of the plaque at the veterans cemetery on White Street near Southard:without the flash and with a five second exposure this was what I got of the area behind the picket fence: And across the street this rather formal topiary hedge. I'm not sure if it counts as an actual topiary being as how the hedge doesn't properly look like a carved animal but I was figuring maybe you could call it a caterpillar and be done?
And then there is Art in other tangible forms along the street:Not to mention Cuban food next door:And my friend Amy runs her gym on this stretch of White Street as well. Their original shared location burned down across the street from Sandy's Café but the Stay Fit Studio landed on it's feet here:
And then finally a reminder that traffic always tends to be a little heavier on White Street, a major artery across the city. A couple of scooters came blatting through while I was taking these pictures so I snapped the shutter on one of them: 
Just for fun. here today, gone tomorrow in a streak of red and white light...
11 comments:
Mr Conchscooter:
It would appear to the untrained eye that the residents of White Street are all connoisseurs of Triumph Bonnevilles.
I still can't figure out why someone would be photographing in the dark of night to take a picture of a Bonneville to post on eBAY, not unless there were scratches or other imperfections that might be exposed in the light of day
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Of which there are not a few.I have no doubt drink had been taken.It's amazing how many faculties get wasted in this town. Someone should be out recycling them all.
Mind you the Bonneville just look pretty spifflicating in the dark.
If you look at it from a sci-fi perspective, recycled mental faculties actually holds a creepy pretense.
I was at Lover's Key State park not too long ago and got to talk to a young rider of a Triumph, but it was the crotch rocket version (it looked a lot like a Ducati - spelling correct).
Are there many other Triumph's in your area? This was the first I had actually witnessed in the metal and flesh.
Dear Mr. Conch:
Someday, I hope you will opt to visit me and the bloodthirsty Amish of East Goshen, Pa. You could ride your Bonneville around at 1:30am, and take pictures of it in front of people's houses. Then, we could have an online contest to see if we could raise your bail, as the local cops would throw your ass in the slammer faster than you could whistle the French national anthem (which I believe is "Yes We Have No Bananas").
But your work inspires me... It keeps me up at night... And sometimes, it leads me to down a few dozen glasses of dark rum (mixed with juice from the tropics). I had a few of these while reading your blog this morning. My motivation level was high, as indeed I am now too, as every click of the touch pad produces another Bonneville, bathed in night, plus the fact that my hot squeeze is off in Los Angeles today for an "art" event. (I would have gone with her except for the "Terminator-type" cyborg look I got when I mentioned it. )
Yet I too have decided to take pictures of my bike in various poses -- with red-hot women, also in various poses. Last I looked, they were lining up outside the garage. I cannot thank you enough for putting me on the right track here, so I won't even try.
By the way, the classic lines of the conch cottage in this grouping (the yellow one), remind me of similar structures in the Adirondacks, which are termed "camps." Some Adirondack "camps" are incredibly extensive and run to the millions, but the classic summer bungalows are clabboarded with narrow porches.
If you ever get the chance, I'd love it ( and I suspect others would too) if you managed to do a photo study on your idea of the perfect Conch cottage. As much as you hate requests, I was hoping you might accept this one, providing you could get your bike in every picture.
By the way, I recommended to Steve (Scooter In The Sticks) that should he chose a Bonneville as his next bike, he insist on spoked wheels. This was based on a direct comparison of your bike and the demonstrator he got from the dealer.
Fondest regards,
Jack "reep" Toad
Twisted Roads
Have you considered augmenting your tour business of the Keys? You could power the pedal cab with the Triumph. It would be less strain on your aging body, and I am sure the tourist would warm to the exhaust note.
Do you have any recommendations on the best fish market in Key West? How about the best gym? What is the best travel agent?
-Peace
I think I need a large drink. On the other han d if I lived with Toad I would fly to LA ALL the time.
I met a woman on a lovely red and black T100 in town the other day, and it was nice to see a Triumph from a different perspective (not riepe's). I also saw a bright red Sprint (looks like a Ducati) on Highway One but it was probably a tourist.
My plan is to operate a pedi cab and have iut pulled by Madding. It would serve him right.
I love you all you bastards. Really.
Each room in the Author's guesthouse is named after a famous author and is somewhat decorated to match the author i.e. the Hemingway room has dead animals etc. I've stayed there before and it's OK. The courtyard is very pleasant to hangout in. You were inches away from an old Jaguar sitting in a driveway. I was hoping for a photo.
This is conch scooter's wife; you should all be so funny on your own blogs. I know my husband' s every thought - you all entertain me.
Layne:
good evening from BC.
I hope your arm is mending well. I suppose we're an entertaining lot, we aim to please
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Dear Ms. Conchscooter:
I am funny on my own blog. And not a Triumph in a single picture, to boot. I hope you are feeling better.
Fondest regards from Toad Hall.
Jack
Twisted Roads
Dear Conchscooter's better half. Good points. I have to do a ratio of posting on my own blog if I am to be allowed to post on Michael's.
Be well,
Jeffrey
P.S. Not sure if you all want to read my computer projects, outdoor hikes, or what-not, but all feel free to peruse and abuse (ending shameless plug).
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