These reminders of the nature of life in the islands are brought home by the stilt housing for instance, or...
...the abundant and particular foliage.
Spanish moss and palms above and....
...more of the same above! This next house looked decidedly odd to me following no divine proportion or feng shui attributes one could imagine.
Tara on a minuscule scale and very odd it looked too. But there again such eccentricity is, or should be, the mark of Keys living.
As are coconut palms and a tired hot dog. August is not Labrador friendly.
This monumental Stonehenge seat is provided by First State Bank, the last local bank in the Keys where I became a very happy customer after I abandoned corporate Bank of America. I suppose I should have tested the bench but it looked more ornamental than practical.
This part of Islamorada, a town with "no there, there" as Gertrude Stein famously remarked of Oakland, California which failed to reveal a downtown core to the woman, has a street or two paralleling Highway One so if like me you should be moved to explore, it is relatively easy to do.
Which I shall do in future posts about the area around the hurricane monument.
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