A three o'clock lunch break and for some reason I wasn't sleepy so I took the Bonneville to Higgs Beach where i ate a Dion's chicken breast, drank a Zero coke and listened to some youngsters sitting on the sand strumming a guitar.
I was going to stroll over to ask for a picture but I thought that in my official badged shirt I might not look like the curious photographer on a lunch break that I was, so I left them to their playing. This was a 15 second exposure of the White Street Pier..
I am no great fan of street lights as they kill the night sky. But they illuminate a motorcycle nicely. I thought the gables on this house had a faintly South African air, all whitewashed as they were. 
White Street is the outer boundary of Old Town, the inhabited limits of Key West from it's founding in 1828 till after World War Two when city residents started developing and expanding into what is now New Town. The eastern part of the island was dairy farms and open space criss crossed by white gravel roads and paths.
For all my want of religious belief I do like posing the Bonneville in front of illuminated churches at night. This is the Spanish language Baptist church. 
The national Weather Service claims to have been serving Key West since 1870. An enviable record, no doubt and now that have a worthy headquarters in the modern style. The weather station used to be on the Navy Base where Truman Annex is now.
I may not have been sleepy but not everyone enjoys my nocturnal hours. I have often thought my job would be ideal for a vehicle dweller as you would be asleep in your car in daylight when it is socially acceptable to be parked in a park snoring. 
I am so bourgeois I enjoy having a place to call home. This is home to much of the night time activity on White, the hub of the Citgo and Chevron all night gas stations. 
The Citgo shown above sells Dion's chicken and has a rather extensive mini mart. 
Some people swear by the Chevron's coffee. By day the Chevron has a mechanic's shop where my friend William labors on cars. Gas prices are edging up. Luckily most people around here don't drive as much as I do so the cost is relative. 
My lunch break ran out before I could complete the street so I limited myself to this view due north toward Southard Street and Porter Place public housing.
And this view south, whence I had come, a series of traffic lights and the inimitable Sandy's all night coffee shop.
And with a last gratuitous shot of the Bonneville at rest... 
...it was time to go back to work. A short hour it seemed.
I was going to stroll over to ask for a picture but I thought that in my official badged shirt I might not look like the curious photographer on a lunch break that I was, so I left them to their playing. This was a 15 second exposure of the White Street Pier..I am no great fan of street lights as they kill the night sky. But they illuminate a motorcycle nicely. I thought the gables on this house had a faintly South African air, all whitewashed as they were. 
White Street is the outer boundary of Old Town, the inhabited limits of Key West from it's founding in 1828 till after World War Two when city residents started developing and expanding into what is now New Town. The eastern part of the island was dairy farms and open space criss crossed by white gravel roads and paths.For all my want of religious belief I do like posing the Bonneville in front of illuminated churches at night. This is the Spanish language Baptist church. 
The national Weather Service claims to have been serving Key West since 1870. An enviable record, no doubt and now that have a worthy headquarters in the modern style. The weather station used to be on the Navy Base where Truman Annex is now.
I may not have been sleepy but not everyone enjoys my nocturnal hours. I have often thought my job would be ideal for a vehicle dweller as you would be asleep in your car in daylight when it is socially acceptable to be parked in a park snoring. 
I am so bourgeois I enjoy having a place to call home. This is home to much of the night time activity on White, the hub of the Citgo and Chevron all night gas stations. 
The Citgo shown above sells Dion's chicken and has a rather extensive mini mart. 
Some people swear by the Chevron's coffee. By day the Chevron has a mechanic's shop where my friend William labors on cars. Gas prices are edging up. Luckily most people around here don't drive as much as I do so the cost is relative. 
My lunch break ran out before I could complete the street so I limited myself to this view due north toward Southard Street and Porter Place public housing.
And this view south, whence I had come, a series of traffic lights and the inimitable Sandy's all night coffee shop.
And with a last gratuitous shot of the Bonneville at rest... 
...it was time to go back to work. A short hour it seemed.
9 comments:
Dear Sir:
Well it seems the all is well in Key West at night, when the iguanas, vampires, and Truimph riders prey on the unsuspecting, the innocent, and the pure of heart.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
I have always thought Key West would be a haven for vampires, but I couldn't get my mind around how they would hide from the sunlight in the day (basements are not common and the sun shines so bright and much).
Then I went into a strip club on Duval (Bare Assets I think is the name - the one up stairs from the Bull and Whistle). I think they live there during the day - darkest place on earth I think.
Correction, I think Bare Assets is farther down Duval.
After reading your post, I felt obligated to google "dion's chicken". The second "hit" as the Citgo gas station in Key West. I didn't know that gas stations had web sites but there it was with a daytime view similar to your nighttime photo.
Richard
Mr Conchscooter:
is Dion's chicken, pressure-cooked ? If so, then I want some.
OH, and your petrol is cheap by comparison to ours which is just over 1.22/litre. Yours is only .90c/litre
bob
Wet Coast Scootin
That's how the Colonel got his to cook so fast, new fangled invention the pressure cooker (weird side fast food side note is Dave Thomas of Wendy's fame worked for him).
I worked at KFC, and we could cook 3 whole birds in 4 minutes with those pressure cookers. Bob, what makes the pressure cooked fried chicken appealing over regular fried chicken?
I have no clue how dions cooks their chicken. I will do another essay on Dions to bring the late comers up to date on fried chicken done the key west way.
And I have recce'd the Red Garter for riepe and it is a dark place above Ricks. I think. A bunch of languid pale easter european women with breatss . he should be happy.
I will not sit here and have pale, Eastern European breasts disparaged. And, for everyone's edification, Bare Assets is on Truman.
Have a delicious Thursday all.
Ah, thanks for the correction. I remember it had a largish wood deck after a climb of stairs somewhere on Duval. Then you went into some cavern like room. The barker on the street was uttering "20 lovely ladies in the buff, showing their muff, all night, long!"
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