It was really early in the morning when I was off. I slept soundly woke up suddenly and said let's go for a walk and my Carolina Dog was ready to go, so we went.
The home depicted below, slightly eccentrically designed as happens in Key West, is stuck in my mind as Carolyn Gorton Fuller's home even though the "Bottle Lady" as she was known died in 2010. She got the nickname from her artistic habit of building a wall out of bottles and later out of mirrors when the bottles got damaged.
Key West looks great by night in my opinion. Then I look up and there's Dusty sitting in the street waiting patiently for me.
What these danglies are I don't know but they are dangling impressively outside the new sexton's house at the cemetery.
No cars, no traffic on Passover Lane at 5:30 in the morning.
Approaching Elizabeth Street on one of my favorite alleyways in Old Town. This one is a cement walkway from Bill Butler Park:
Then when the day got light (Rusty likes to walk a lot) I saw a motorcycle in a scooter parking spot. Seems about right to me. I was surprised how specific the sign was.