It was another of those lunch breaks that found me meandering around town with nowhere particular to go. Tonight was the night I stopped at Flagler and Bertha and took a picture of the pelican mural at the real estate company. At two in the morning parking on the sidewalk elicits no comment as there is no one around. 
Riding through the city in the early hours of the morning is a reminder of just how crowded our world is. At this hour the air's warm because night time doesn't see a huge drop in temperatures in Key West and riding in shirt sleeves is a pleasure.
With nowhere particular to go I figured I might as well see how many people were clogging Duval Street, which is always a useful gauge to figure out how busy the rest of the night will be. However Duval is a bore to ride as the street tends to attract bicycles weaving and pedi-cabs blocking cars and taxis stopping to pick people up and endless red lights. So one tends to end up on Whitehead which is much more picturesque.
I like to walk at night and enjoy the scent of the flowers and listen to the noises of the night which tend to be muted and while walking, even if I start out with no idea what to photograph things magically appear.
Everything looks good on these flowered historic streets. But in the end I'm back looking at the Bonneville in front of another mural. It's Wilhelmina Harvey giving the old Seven Mile Bridge the Crossing The Delaware treatment on Olivia Street.
Riding through the city in the early hours of the morning is a reminder of just how crowded our world is. At this hour the air's warm because night time doesn't see a huge drop in temperatures in Key West and riding in shirt sleeves is a pleasure.With nowhere particular to go I figured I might as well see how many people were clogging Duval Street, which is always a useful gauge to figure out how busy the rest of the night will be. However Duval is a bore to ride as the street tends to attract bicycles weaving and pedi-cabs blocking cars and taxis stopping to pick people up and endless red lights. So one tends to end up on Whitehead which is much more picturesque.I like to walk at night and enjoy the scent of the flowers and listen to the noises of the night which tend to be muted and while walking, even if I start out with no idea what to photograph things magically appear.
Everything looks good on these flowered historic streets. But in the end I'm back looking at the Bonneville in front of another mural. It's Wilhelmina Harvey giving the old Seven Mile Bridge the Crossing The Delaware treatment on Olivia Street.A straight shot up Olivia past the cemetery, night air rushing once again and I'm back at work before I know. No traffic to dodge at night. What a joy!
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