I was blowing along Highway One in the car looking for things to photograph and coming up short. I liked the city entrance sign at the north end of Marathon, which is actually something like what Key West could have done if they had actually wanted people to know where the city is. The Key West sign was delegated to the Rotary and they did their best but the city stuck the sign in a jumble of road signs unlike Marathon's proud and visible notice of arrival: 
Then I was back on the Seven Mile Bridge with the road entirely to myself which was delightful. Summer driving in the Keys should be like this all the time but these days tourist season seems to be spreading across the whole year and I have been amazed by the number of cars I keep seeing buzzing around everywhere.
And then I suddenly remembered what I was fated to do this day. The tree! It's on the old Flagler Bridge closer to the south end of the bridge and it's been growing for a while. I have never yet got it together to snatch a picture, such is the haphazard nature of my photography, sometimes.
Australian pines, also known as casuarinas are not native trees and they propagate by spreading their roots so they are not generally very welcome in the Keys. This one is rather amazing considering it has made it's home in the cement miles from the nearest scrap of dirt...
The other thing is that the tree is growing on a technically inaccessible piece of the old bridge, far beyond the Pigeon Key turn off which is where the walking portion of the bridge terminates from Marathon. The fishing pier that sticks out from the southern end of the old bridge doesn't get anywhere near the tree either.
I wonder how tall they'll let it grow before some killjoy decides it's gone too far and it has to be cut down. I'll be watching.
Then I was back on the Seven Mile Bridge with the road entirely to myself which was delightful. Summer driving in the Keys should be like this all the time but these days tourist season seems to be spreading across the whole year and I have been amazed by the number of cars I keep seeing buzzing around everywhere.
And then I suddenly remembered what I was fated to do this day. The tree! It's on the old Flagler Bridge closer to the south end of the bridge and it's been growing for a while. I have never yet got it together to snatch a picture, such is the haphazard nature of my photography, sometimes.
Australian pines, also known as casuarinas are not native trees and they propagate by spreading their roots so they are not generally very welcome in the Keys. This one is rather amazing considering it has made it's home in the cement miles from the nearest scrap of dirt...
The other thing is that the tree is growing on a technically inaccessible piece of the old bridge, far beyond the Pigeon Key turn off which is where the walking portion of the bridge terminates from Marathon. The fishing pier that sticks out from the southern end of the old bridge doesn't get anywhere near the tree either.
I wonder how tall they'll let it grow before some killjoy decides it's gone too far and it has to be cut down. I'll be watching.
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