It was gray flat morning, sunshine obscured by heavy cloud cover, a poor day for photography, so I wandered out of the house with the camera and thought to go wander out over the waters between Cudjoe (pronounced as spelled: Kud-joe) Key and Summerland on the old Flagler bridge. Cormorants I am told lack oil in their feathers and they tend to absorb water so from time to time, in between fishing expeditions, they have to hang their wings out to dry. They are said to be able to dive to 70 feet (20 meters) in pursuit of fish, and as absurd as they may look at rest they are quite capable birds in their habitat:The Flagler bridges have survived nicely since they were built, solidly, in 1912 or thereabouts and these days they are used as fishing piers. Fishing is an activity that casts mono filament line to the wind, where it occasionally gets caught of power lines running alongside the bridges:
But not everyone fishes from bridges: The paradox of weather in the Keys is that a day like this that looks cold and damp and even snow laden is actually a hot muggy morning, still air warmed to 80 degrees (27C), laying flat over everything:The authorities cut a slice out of the center of the bridges, if they are lower than the 1982 Highway replacement, to allow tall boats to fit through. I cannot help but wonder why they could not have put in a small arch and made these bridges part of the bicycle path that connects a few of these islands together. The notion of a bike trail all the way through has been on the books for years and makes no progress in a world dominated by automobiles. A wild eyed radical like me thinks the Keys would be ideal for light electric rail single cars running silently every fifteen minutes carrying commuters quietly and easily to and from Marathon and Key West. But a bike path is beyond speculation, never mind a return to rail.Looking east toward Summerland Key, the metropolis of post office and shops between Big Pine and Key West huddled round Mile Marker 25:
The round blue barrels are trash cans. My buddy Robert on his own imitative placed these industrial by-products on Boca Chica Beach for use as trash receptacles years ago. The county seems to have noticed and now they are everywhere, and emptied by public works to help keep the Keys clean. Or, almost: It wouldn't be so hard to actually use the trash cans, you'd think:
Perhaps the hot muggy fall air confuses the brain.