Highway Vignettes

I was a passenger in the back seat, a rare occurrence for me, so I took advantage and poked my nose into the conversation going on in the front seats- who's sleeping with whom was the favored topic- and poked my camera lense out the window.I wondered if the motorcycle was a 30 year old Honda perhaps, and watching him as he flashed by I thought about how versatile a motorcycle is on the roadway. Illegal perhaps because I don't think photography rates ans an actual emergency to allow stopping on the Seven Mile Bridge...but anyway. He had stuff to look at.Every day there is something to see out on the water and in the flat calms of summer the tidal waters get a surreal calmness about them, they take on the smooth look of a billiard table.
Yesterday was overcast and the heavy sky promised long awaited rain, so the usual primary colors of the Florida Keys were muted for a change.Seeing this young man trundling hopelessly too much luggage along the shoulder we wondered if he had given any forethought to his move to Key West.Then we saw the guitar on the second cyclist's back. Aha! Key West, paradise at the end of the road of dreams. Something like that!

I hope they find what they are looking for- without breaking too many city ordinances.