Friday, August 19, 2011

Work And Play

I was struck, as I stood on shore, how I could see across two lives lived in front of me.

Above we see a family at play, working the fishing lines as it were. Below we see a worker wrapping up the day's effort on yet another public works project along Highway One. Where the money keeps flowing from for these shovel ready jobs I'm not sure.

Too often in the Keys it seems to be all play and no work. Not so, I assure you!

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Summer Rain

It didn't look like it was closing in on us this morning. I took the picture because I thought it looked pretty, a curtain of rain sweeping the mangroves.

I looked up from the newspaper as I felt heavy drops hitting the back of my neck. Cold wet heavy drops.

The spattering of drops in the puddles was confirmation of what I felt.

And the pages of the newspaper, an editorial imploring leaders in Washington to learn to compromise, very droll, got wet suddenly.

The clouds had moved in on us while I wasn't paying attention and suddenly we were wet. It felt okay though, my hair got plastered to my skull, water dripped off my elbows, Cheyenne's fur got dark with water, but we weren't cold and the car was two hundred yards away. The biggest deal was rinsing the mud off Cheyenne when we got home ad toweling both of us vigorously. Summer rain is no big deal, gone as fast as it came.

People in town are talking to my wife about the big red blob of potential tropical weather approaching the Antilles. I am betting it won't amount to much. Famous last words.

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More Upper Duval

The planning board last night postponed a decision on allowing seating, possibly as much as 165 places according to this morning's paper, at the former Bahama Village Market. According to developer Ed Swift's daughter, apparently the voice of the new generation, the idea is not to put a night club there, the original and much feared plan that neighbors initially worried about, but to rent out the space to a restaurant. And have half a dozen off street parking spaces... The plan calls for guests to arrive by scooter and bicycle so clearly it won't be fine dining for elderly snowbirds! Ah well, we should be happy that in these parlous times when even Swift has properties facing bankruptcy the drive to create presses on.

Parking is the ever present issue on people's minds (not Peak Oil!) and on that subject I read a recent anonymous comment about this rather delightful spot in Truval Village. The complaint, for complaint it was of course? That the café had eaten off street parking for the rather nice outdoor seating.

For Cheyenne even Upper Duval has rural touches that keep her in touch with her base, ancestral self. Gravel and grass above certainly not in keeping with heavy tourists traffic and food disposal below, deep in a bush a couple of feet from a city provided trash can. Cheyenne is lucky humans are lazy.

You too could live in this building with the flamboyant roof line. It used to be a/the Cuban social club and is now downgraded to an apartment building.

This is what we all want to be doing in Key West, hanging drinking coffee and chatting, a pastime or way of life known as limin' in the real Caribbean to our south (thank you Amanda for the reminder).

And speaking of flamboyant these poinciana flowers, known as flamboyants or flame trees depending on where you live in the world, are stil booming nicely on Upper Duval.

Rain or shine August is a fine month to be in Key West.

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Avenida Primiceria

"Prima" in Spanish means 'first cousin' so as Cheyenne and I strolled along, I chewed over the likely meaning of this unpronounceable street name.

Google translated it as "abbess" or some such pertaining to a
nunnery. Let me say I have no idea which county planner settled on that name for this street in the south of Marathon.

It looked as though this was a subdivision that had been planned before Marathon was created just over a decade ago so I blame the county for this weird street name.

The rain had blown away by the time Cheyenne and I set off to explore but the air was fresh with that ozone smell peculiar to a recent rain.

Cheyenne and I were alone with the mosquitoes.

An eminently suitable suggestion though who they expect to casually drive by and see the sign I wouldn't know.

We were well off the beaten path here.

Hurricane shutters firmly in place against all eventualities.

I have no idea why so many people prefer to drive trucks that are larger than their homes down here. Quite aside from the cost of gas the are no hills, no snow no deep rivers to cross in the Keys. The are boats to tow and work trailers to haul but most people just seem to enjoy lumbering around in these hearses.

This subdivision was built around some canals dugout of the ground when such deeds were permitted, eons ago.

And some residents got whimsical with the tile decor. I rather liked the effect.

Not a tree but a sailboat mast, further evidence if any were needed that easy ocean access is available from these canals.

The air was still, saving for the beating buzz of mosquitoes in flight and in search of prey.

A very tall tree against a gray sky. I would not hazard a guess as to what it's called, though they are not uncommon.

Not real but decorative:

When we got back to the car we drove around Abbess Avenue and connecting streets and it was all a dead end, a great big closed loop. So we got back on Sombrero Beach Road to get back to Highway One.

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