Ramrod Heat

I wonder if they have air conditioning in all the helicopters that seem to be buzzing around overhead this month. And they aren't all mosquito control either.


Down on Earth one might image it to be so hot the asphalt melts tires, but I think these marks are simply the sign of youthful boredom and rebellion. I am told by Conchs with whom I work that many youngsters find growing up in the Keys to be restrictive.


Funny that these deserted open spaces restrict the lives of the youngsters. I cam empathize as I spent a lo of my childhood in the country and I always craved the excitement of the city, not really appreciating my freedom to roam the hills of Central Italy.


One rarely appreciates what one has,mules one is a dog who has found happiness in daily variety and lots of walks in constantly changing locations.


Cheyenne thought not very much of this dull end of North Ramrod Key and stopped and looked at me and declined to continent walk. As soon as I stopped in response to her mute plea she turned around and stumped right back to the parked car.


I had to drive her to her latest favorite spot and there she walked quite happily round the block. My dog is very particular.


It was hot out there.

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Summer Clouds And Storms

Every day I ride to work I am greeted by scenes like this one.


I watch the oncoming cars to see if there is rain hitting the road ahead. When there is rain the windshield wipers are going. When the rain is really heavy their lights are on. When all that happens I mentally prepare to stop and put on my waterproofs which are riding in my saddlebag.


Living in the flat lands rain can be on one side of the highway while the observer can clearly see blue skies on the other.


My narrow one lane street looks as pretty as a picture on a hot afternoon. The street is one lane and all summer long my morose neighbors have been out walking it with the body language of angry people. God knows life sucks for a lot of people right now and I'm sure all our turns will come to get screwed by this economy, in the fullness of time. But this sort of loveliness always raises my spirits.


Something good must be happening because I have noticed less fury on the faces of the few anonymous passersby down here. Long may their spirits continue to improve.


These are the colors of the Keys, green for shiny foliage, deep rich blue for the sky and the purest white for the fluffy summer clouds.


For those Up North who see the cold gray claw of winter closing in...


I'm sorry, but things will stay green blue and white on this page, all winter long, every day.

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Sunrise In The Meadows

Out of sight out of mind when all the visitors are chasing their tails into Key West.


The Meadows, east of White Street, south of Palm Avenue have homes and no stores, no attractions and nothing much of anything of an early morning except some interesting light.


The familiar eyebrow home throwing deep shadows across the upstairs windows underneath the rooflines' eyebrow.


It's all shadow and light.


I like the bright colors and sharp contrasts of a sunny day.


The subtleties of fog and mist are lost on me. The Metropolitan Community Church has a nice gray facade, which is as gray as I want.


These homes look utterly appealing in the early morning sunlight.


With no one around to speak of, commuters already on their way to work, it was as quiet as it looks.


I like to go into town on my mornings off and enjoy the quiet in Key West. Cheyenne gets to walk while it's cool and she enjoys the smells of the big city as I walk around looking up.


Even the chickens aren't disturbed by us as I am as indifferent as my dog to their antics.


A shaft of light to illuminate a Conch Republic flag...


...and a lovely matching blue Yamaha Fazer 600.

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