My life is not my own this week as we close in on the final epic struggle to sort through our crap, discard the overdue and decide that which can be stored in our handy new loft, and that which can be used in our spacious new home. Consequently not only are my profundities on this page being displaced, but my dog's walks are being cut a little short from time to time. Luckily it's too hot for Cheyenne to want to spend long hours strolling this time of year...but I am disappointed in myself that I am spread too thin. Next week we should be installed and celebrating our new comforts and things should get back to normal.
The inside of the tiki hut, with enterprising graffiti in the rafters:
The palm tree I photographed in many different lights last week:
Seven Mile Bridge
After we left Veterans Park next to the Seven Mile Bridge we back tracked to a small parking area where boats are launched to fish Big Spanish Channel near Big Pine Key.