Sunday, August 28, 2011

Virginia By Night

We are long past the equinox and the mornings are staying darker later. These pictures, apparently taken in the dead of night were shot shortly after six when I left work Wednesday morning.

It was, as the saying goes, as dark as the Earl of Hell's waistcoat, a perfect moment to enjoy Key West all to myself.

Key West tends to lose contact with the 21st century in the early hours of the morning, when the lights go out as fast the people inside the homes.

As usual it is always the vehicles that give away the era. The homes look timeless, planted in the era in which they were built.

A friend of mine attends Unity Church and a friend of hers cornered me once at a party and started explaining the philosophy if that's what it is, perhaps it's a belief.

Apparently life is but a dream and nothing matters, or some such. Which is an easy philosophy when you have everything you need but gets a little harder to sustain when you are hungry. They've done a nice job of restoring the building.

This is also palm frond season. We are supposed to clear coconuts and vegetation before a hurricane arrives to make missiles out of them.

In a world made crazy by television darkness represents vampires and violence. The streets of Key West after bar closing are havens of peace and quiet as the drunks sleep it off and the workers repair their bodies for the next day's toils.

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1 comment:

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Conch:

I have noticed something odd about the pre-dawn hours, here in West Chester, Pa, where the sand is running out on my residence. At 4:50am in early June, birds would start chiping as if they had to beat the traffic.

Now, however, at the end of August, the birds do not start singing until dawn is well under way. This new, lackadaisical attitude is someting I wholly support.

Fondest regards,
Twisted Roads