And yet...who says it's not my Key West? Smathers Beach looks a bit like that curving strip of golden sand on the t-shirt, I have a couple of recliners at home to enjoy the view over the salt ponds. I may not have lurid green drinks at home but I know where there's a bottle or two of Yuengling and Smithwicks. Good enough, all told.
And the vegetation on that t-shirt is all around me when I walk my Key West.
Check this out; a poinciana still blooming strongly on Angela Street.
There has to be a nice sandy beach somewhere near by for a gardener to fill a flower pot with this lovely collection of sea shells.
This next picture, if I were in the habit of naming things, I would call a study in pink.
I enjoy seeing leaves growing through picket fences. They look like they are making a break for freedom.
A fence like this is a reminder on an urban walk of the fecund nature of Key West, bursting with life, such forceful life that it cannot be contained. I'm no botanist but I like watching things grow in Key West.
Flowers not t-shirts.
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