Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Lopez Lane

This lane is named for the man who first coined the cry "Cuba Libre!" and was subsequently arrested and executed in Cuba in 1851.Lopez Lane off Margaret Street is named for General Narcisco Lopez who rose to the rank of Colonel in the Royal Spanish Army, according to J. Wills Burke in his fine book The Streets of Key West, in which he outlines the career of the army officer turned revolutionary. In between fermenting revolution Lopez lived in Key West and so inspired locals they named a street after him.I met but three living things on the lane when I ventured in, including a human lounging almost out of sight in the shade of a garden and this cat which looked about as enthusiastic as anyone might when facing being photographed by a stranger, but I was merciless.Lopez Lane is filled with typical Key West greenery and architecture.There are far too many airborne power lines in this city as seen above but here below I thought this little window looked not very urban at all.
Odd balconies abound in Key West jutting out of buildings at random.
One has to assume that snowbirds spend winters here and now that it is summer I can wander the back streets of Key West and take pictures without molesting anyone's privacy. I wonder at all this unused real estate.
A salt air survivor at least for now. The human I heard was sitting around the corner of this old shed.
It looks ready to collapse under the weight of the rust yet at the same time it appears entirely solid and weather tight. How odd.
More refurbished homes ready for next winter.
A perfect old style Key West tin roof.
I'm guessing the number six on the post marks the parking spot for the mopeds at number 6 but it doesn't really seem as though would be much doubt..
A forest home in the middle of the city.
This has to be among the largest gumbo limbos I have seen anywhere.
Happily there is a no trespassing sign on the fence, else I might have been tempted to leap it in one bound. As it I limited myself to enjoying studying the tile on the ground here.I passed by the sturdy but decomposing shed on my way out, struck by the color of the rusty corrugated iron.
This is a view back down Lopez Lane toward Margaret Street.
The third living thing I encountered was this dove, minding it's own business.
And in lieu of Cheyenne, tucked up comfortably in the air conditioning at home, I offer...
...my Bonneville, my trusty commuter parked in one of the many free motorcycle parking spots around town.