Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Eliza At Pearl

Eliza Street lies in that peculiar geographic anomaly that Realtors have taken to calling "mid town," a well defined area that fills a gap between Old Town (west of White Street) and everywhere else. Everywhere else technically is New Town which is apparently too large an area to make house selling easy so a new designation was dreamed up for the part of town between White Street and First Street, which logically, if unimaginatively becomes Mid Town. The police station lies in Mid Town wedged between Duncan Ford (they of the high priced Fusions) and Horace O'Bryant school named for a revered educator (remember the days of revered educators?) and now frequently known as House of Brats to honor the inmates.Eliza Street dead ends into H.O.B.
This wouldn't be Key West if there weren't pointless signs everywhere. If a house isn't private property what is, in the land of the debt ridden and home of the used-to-be-brave. Cheyenne and I were alone in enjoying the dusk far from a television screen.
I have no capacity for decorative whimsy which must explain why I enjoy photographing other people's expressions.
She is quite large I grant you but nothing to be afraid of. Certainly she doesn't merit two warnings.
This is more my style, Quaker simplicity, with a palm tree thrown in.
I will always admire my neighbor's horticultural efforts so when I'm strolling the streets of Key West I am drawn to bursts of color, though with my well reported limitations I have no idea what label has been assigned to these things. "Hey neighbor!" How you like them offsets? And notice the window air conditioner in the left hand building. Central air you would think would be normal in Key West, an airless cement agglomeration. Not at all. And you don't get a rent break just because your electricity bill is enormous.A Conch cottage, a motorcycle; what more do you need? Time to sit and relax on the porch perhaps?
This one you want for a neighbor. Notice the house proud broom leaning up against the wall, ready for action. Leaf blowers are the curse of the modern era, and I am not alone in being grumpy about those instruments of the devil.On the subject of implements this is my kind of chain saw.
Neighborhood crime watch with bite.
I photographed this next one for the lovely wooden shutters (which reek of absentee owners) and now I see the rather odd black pipe sticking up in the middle of it all and I have no idea of what I took a picture.More unnamed unlabeled flowers. Even though I am not a botanist I enjoy seeing these well tended splashes of color around town.
If you want to own an elaborately worked wooden fence in Key West with house attached prepare to fork out lots of dough. Or perhaps not. It depends if you think 1.5 million dollars for a home in the middle of a Depression is a lot of money. I don't work for Goldman Sachs so it seems like a lot to me.
A small country cottage in the southernmost city.
I have taken rather a shine to Wasilla Blog (the lowest listed on my alphabetical web list) whose author Bill Hess takes pictures of planes flying overhead. I'm not sure it is a habit I shall adopt.
An eyebrow home. This is an example of a failed attempt to allow air circulation in inclement weather by keeping the upper windows protected by a roof overhang. Reportedly it traps hot air in the house instead.
Key West homes make no bones about the need to sublet portions of the buildings to keep them affordable so long stair cases and secret entrances are to be found on houses all across the city. Rents are high so just because a home lacks amenity do not imagine you will be paying less than say $800 for a one bedroom in a funky, uninsulated corner of a house. This one has off street parking with room enough for a people carrier. And for no particular reason we close with this:
If you do work for Goldman Sachs and have a spare five million they are looking to build a new, hurricane proof facility. Only the money is separating them from their goal.