Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Seasons Change

I read of seasons changing Up North and certainly even down here the days grow shorter. The closer one finds oneself to the Equator the less the days change their length but happily we enjoy the pleasure of summer time and winter time which manages to increase our evenings' light a little beyond the natural. Temperatures remain warm and the days remain sunny as they will through winter if things remain even moderately as normal.


These days my ride home from work is completed in darkness and only after I arrive home does the sun come up. Otherwise Autumn never makes it's presence felt or even suggested. This is a good time to be in the Keys.

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Nightlife

Every other Tuesday I work a bizarre shift from 2am to 6am which means I leave the house at the ungodly hour of one am and every time this shift comes round I loathe it.


Crawl out of a warm bed, step over a dead-to-the-world dog, abandon a sleeping wife and blast off into the night across the Overseas Highway. The weird 2 am shift isn't all bad.


On a sleepless night I can sometimes bring myself to leave home early and get into town with a few minutes to spare and thus give myself the pleasure of a ride round Key West when the drunks and respondents are on the street.


If you need an extra mattress I found a few on Packer Street giving the neighborhood a much needed civic boost.


I felt like hopping the fence and enjoying an open air barbecue in this lovely little corner... I'd be pissed if I went to the lengths this family has to make a nice place to sit out and the across the street sits a pile of moldering mattresses...Key West al fresco is almost a birthright.


Thats a new one for me. An official vendor. Does the red cross have unofficial vendors too?


Dons Place looming up out of the darkness. They serve their first beers of the day at seven in the morning.


I've seen this pottery emporium before. It seems to be more than one store, one called island pottery and the other called Key West pottery. Both look quite interesting.


I stopped for another picture a little further up Truman and there as a Harley parked across the street from Bare Assets a fine late night rendezvous vous if you want to look at naked Slavic women fishing for a green card and permanent residence in the land of the free.


Welcome to Key West, says the signs and here you are in Old Town where naked ass is welcome.


I have never been inside Bare Assets and I don't intend to go. It just seems sad and rather dowdy to me.


I'd rather be at work which I guess makes me as bizarre as the shift.

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Seascapes From Cudjoe

These views from the Overseas Highway looking south are typical for the time of year.


Flat waters and clear skies with a light southerly breeze made for a delightful stroll yesterday.


Cheyenne was restless for reasons known only to herself so I stopped the car to get some peace. It worked and she tired herself out.


She rooted around, I stood and admired the views.


Looking across Kemp Channel toward Sugarloaf Key I could see the earthball.org hovelcraft. The idea is to create a small living space in a Buckminster Fuller type of sphere and add a platform around the ball which one then goes off and floats somewhere.


Back on the Cudjoe side of the bridge my Labrador was still busy lost to sight among the mangroves.


I couldn't believe how pleasant the afternoon was yesterday, despite the 90 degree afternoon, humidity was low and the breeze was refreshing, such that I wasn't even sweating


On the radio I had been listening to Talk of the Nation on NPR (91.5 FM) and a discussion of the out of control drought in Texas, causing tremendous brush fires with huge loss of property.


John Burnett was saying cows are being slaughtered in droves owing to the lack of water and of feed, but furthermore ownership of cattle was a generational thing and once lost the cattle could not afford to be replaced even were there young people ready to take up the ranching trade.


As it is, he said cattle may not return to Texas ranches. And still they deny climate change for it is better to ignore disaster than to confront it.


How lovely then to live in a corner of the country enjoying a perfect and prolonged summer.


Why did the dog cross the road? To look for smelly abandoned bait fish of course!


Not everyone lives in a stuffy little cottage in Old Town.


Some like to live near and see the water. It can be worth exchanging easy access to bars for an open seascape.

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Carstens Lane

The City of Key West has some quirky sign writers, as does Monroe County. On Big Pine Key there is a street named Poincianna, which always gives me a reason to grin when I am riding to No Name Key.


In Key West one end of Carsten Lane used to be singular while the other end was plural, which I believe was correct even though both ends now seem to be singular for some reason. At the police department dispatch we call it Carstens Lane. May confusion never grow less....


I last wrote an essay on this lane in 2009 and nothing much changes around here, but it's always pretty.


And tiring for furry dogs.


I like this house with the mailbox designed to look like the home.


A bird in a tree is worth a...photo.


Sunlight and greenery is a lovely combination in Carstens Lane.
And let's not forget the not quite wild fruit.


And just to finish up a bright red hibiscus.


I like Carstens Lane.

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