There is something completely forlorn about a home no longer used.
A home is in fact most people's largest asset when speaking in terms of money, but in terms of emotional attachment what object can there be of greater attraction than one's home?
Private property perhaps but whose and where are they, the affixers of the signs?
And there under the house in its proper place the vehicle that every home must boast, for what is a home without a means of transport, in modern America?
A garden formed and maintained now abandoned and overgrown...
And there out front the ultimate Keys accessory, a boat, with, of all things, a tricycle inside.
And the boat bears the hint of ownership, registration from North Carolina, a place whence go the many that decide that Keys living is too expensive for them.
A hot summer afternoon, a quiet day on Cudjoe Key. And no sign of anyone come to reprieve the home from the encroaching weeds.
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