I'm always looking for an excuse to wander my favorite neighborhood called The Meadows.
It is a small collection of streets between White and Palm Avenue an area with no tourist attractions or shops.
It's a neighborhood of pretty homes and lots of greenery.
The name Albury is most well known in the Abaco Islands of the Bahamas where Albury was a respected boat builder. I can only surmise some Albury must have washed up in Key West at some point in history because it is quite an illustrious name on this side of the Gulf Stream as well.
Off street parking can be found in The Meadows though on street parking doesn't seem to be as critical as it is in some areas of the city.
Pretty home, ugly sign, as usual.
Lunch on the hoof. Cheyenne is very well behaved around wildlife, exhibiting little interest in chickens, cats or deer.
The Meadows offers a chance to see pretty homes outside the strict boundaries of Old Town.
And flowers whose name I couldn't even hazard a guess.
Wildlife aloft.
Chaos below. Such a porch would drive me mad, for I am compulsive when it comes to controlling my environment.
The chances of getting run over by a bicycle are far higher around here than by a car. Every way I turned there were people pedaling.
A VW bus held together by bondo and a rainbow sticker.
This house struck me as eccentric with burglar proof bars on the
upper windows only.
An apparently homeless dude meandering around pushing a shopping cart filled with a guitar case. And who knows? Perhaps an actual guitar inside.
Tropical vegetation pushes through everywhere, even through fences.
We should all be so determined.
I'm always looking for an excuse to wander my favorite neighborhood called The Meadows.
The name Albury is most well known in the Abaco Islands of the Bahamas where Albury was a respected boat builder. I can only surmise some Albury must have washed up in Key West at some point in history because it is quite an illustrious name on this side of the Gulf Stream as well.
Pretty home, ugly sign, as usual. 
Lunch on the hoof. Cheyenne is very well behaved around wildlife, exhibiting little interest in chickens, cats or deer. 
The Meadows offers a chance to see pretty homes outside the strict boundaries of Old Town. 
And flowers whose name I couldn't even hazard a guess.
Wildlife aloft. 
Chaos below. Such a porch would drive me mad, for I am compulsive when it comes to controlling my environment. 
The chances of getting run over by a bicycle are far higher around here than by a car. Every way I turned there were people pedaling.
A VW bus held together by bondo and a rainbow sticker. 
This house struck me as eccentric with burglar proof bars on the upper windows only.
An apparently homeless dude meandering around pushing a shopping cart filled with a guitar case. And who knows? Perhaps an actual guitar inside.
Tropical vegetation pushes through everywhere, even through fences.
8 comments:
And no ear wax in sight! . . . I really like these posts about streets and neighborhoods, but also appreciate your socially/politically conscientious ones. Nice work.
On thing I observed, but never really commented on about Key West is the chaotic use of wired utility connections. As I am not a utility person, I don't know if your photo of the birds on a wire is electric, cable or phone, but it has that chaos I speak.
Some of the wires connected to houses in old town looked like a strong fart from an over stuffed cruise ship passenger would disconnected them, so I don't know how they survive a hurricane.
Seriously, it looks like some of the pictures I have seen of wired connections in the slums of India or Brazil.
Is there no regulation in Key West?
The streets are the filler between the things that aggravate me...
Jeffrey, the wires are a permanent eye sore and indeed a falling branch will frequently wipe out power. Then they call 9-1-1 and are surprised when we tell them we don't know when the power will come back...
Today's post make me miss Key West even more than i already do.
Buffalo Bill
Chuck here -
There are regs for wires - they only update the system when it fails. On the plus side - we are usually sans power for minutes at a time.
I used to work with a young lady by the name of Albury when I lived in KW. They were a fairly big family, in the Keys for many generations.
As to their relationship to the boat builder...I have not a clue.
I had a long and fuzzy evening, night and morning many years ago in Marsh Harbor with a young Albury girl... She danced as well as her daddy and grand daddy built boats... and she had an impossibly great ass. They are prolific in the out islands and west end. Does "the streets of Key West" doesn't mention the Albury connection?
Dear Sir:
Wha a medley of sights and colors you present your readers with today! The concrete signposts remind me of summers spent on thre New Jersey shore, where little obelisks like these marked the names of streets.
The bungalow motif is alive and well in the meadows, with what appears to be the densest concentration of traditional Key West homes. I like the idea of the shutters, but they must make the house dark... Yet I guess this is desirable in a place where light and heat are synonymous.
The flower is the White Island Blight, a common weed. A very pleasant ramble through the meadows today.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
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