Sunday, December 18, 2011


There is a tortured quality to the trees in these back country open spaces.

There isn't much soil, there is a lot of salt in the air and the winds blow most of the time.

There is no build-able wood in these trees, and no fresh water except caught rainwater so in the bad old days life in these islands was rather spare. In fact until the railroad breezed through most of the Keys were uninhabited.

For those reasons I have always doubted pirates hung out here quite aside from the fact there is no history recorded that any of the ever did live here.

But these pathetic stumps of trees make f good pictures if one is of a mind to take the picture.

I went all Clyde Butcher and Ansel Adams at one point even though all I did was switch to black and white mode to change the mood.

With a little splash of color to highlight the deer ate struggle of the bromeliad to stay alive.

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David B. said...

I just recommended your blog on Metafilter to a couple who are planning a bicycle trip down the Keys. It has been brought to my attention that this could result in several more hits than you may be accustomed to receiving...

Conchscooter said...

Thank you, but you are a reckless man. Metafilter sounds like a coffee accessory.