Thursday, December 6, 2012

Change In Key West

This parking sign at the county courthouse will soon become history ( and the glass of beer will, I expect, be gone already). Ward lost the election last month and loses his job in a few weeks when his Democrat successor takes over the top prosecutor's job. Catherine Vogel beat Dennis W. Ward in the party primaries and went on to beat her Republican rival Mark Kohl in the general election in November.
Like so much of public life in Key West the election of the State Attorney in Key West was riddled with the sort of small town politics that belies the urbane sophisticated tourist mecca image Key West likes to project. An e-mail came to light from a Conch king maker whose subject matter, "Payback is a bitch!" was worthy of a high school playground revenge drama. It turns out Ward, elected on an anti corruption promise, managed to piss off the Conch element in town, the real people in charge to the degree that they got together and fired his sorry ass. Their replacement choice Catherine Vogel used to be second in command in the office under Mark Kohl whom she beat and who has been offered an office manager position by the incoming Vogel his former employee. So the world turns among the powerful and would-be powerful in the Southernmost City. Expect prosecutions of Conchs to fade away rapidly come January!

Ambling The Alleys And Lanes

The light changes in winter, the sun sets lower on the horizon, more onwards the southern hemisphere where they are enjoying mid summer while we get the joys of winter up here. As close as Key West is to the equator the length of the days remains fairly even by nature, except that the time change each summer lengthens the summer days considerably, slightly distorting nature's plan.
As a result in summer it gets dark close to nine pm while here and now it gets dark just before six in the evening and with the sun lower on the horizon the light shines lower in the sky, especially in the evening. Which gives these pictures, taken before dusk a particular lighting effect. The colors are muted and the typical strong whites and lues and greens of Key West take on a pale shade of foggy light. Cheyenne was just happy to be out and about and not suffocating in summer's muggy heat.
It may not be summer's muggy heat but it's still warm enough for shirt sleeves most evenings, temperatures in the low seventies and cool dry air blowing off the ocean. Cheyenne likes it a lot and I do too. This is the time of year snowbound Northeners yearn for Key West if they are allergic to ice anywhere outside a cocktail glass.
I photographed the citrus fruit laid out on the railing above, and Cheyenne contemplating her future below, both pictures on Catholic Lane, so called because it butts up against the Catholic section of the sheer hated cemetery. It always strikes me as odd that in death some people need to be buried in their own sections of the burial ground.
Around the corner looking west on Angela Street into the sun I saw a typical Key West street scene, companionable cycling. Cycling as a way of urban life, and te riders aren't dressed for blizzard conditions either.
The dogs were out as we tried north on Margaret Street. Angela becomes Carey Lane and Molly was poking around minding her own business when Cheyenne came lumbering along.
While the dogs sniffed each other, a very animal yet civilized way to make an introduction, I peered up Carey Lane which is actually an extension of Anglea Street, renamed fro some obscure reason.
this nice lady was looking after her daughter's dog, Oliver the Terrorist who tried to scare Cheyenne who ignored him as usual and kept walking toward Carsten Lane, the street that connects Margaret to William.
Cheyenne was of a mind to follow the terrorist and his minded down Carsten but I was aiming at the car in the other direction. We tussled and eventually my dog yielded.
She got her reward at Michael's Restaurant where they weren't handing out volcanoes for dessert but they were handing out dog cookies. That was nice for Cheyenne but hell for me as I had the devil's own job separating Cheyenne from the cookie jar. It was all stop and start on this sunset walk.
My reward came at Finnegan's Wake after I poured Cheyenne onto her bed in the back seat of the car and settled down with my wife and a pint of Boddington's.
Christmas decorations had gone up on James Street I noticed. I played with my camera a bit which went all artistic on me. I liked the effect.