Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Key West Night

A  few pictures I've taken while walking Rusty.
This picture of the former Braza Lena and Keyviche looked particularly desolate to my eye.
Caroline Street as home to the Walking Dead:

 Rose Lane:
 Disorder as post hurricane order:

 The sentiment I totally disagree with. Because I am a spoilsport:

Monday, October 16, 2017

Bahama Village

I started on Simonton Street catching corner windows of the county Gato building 
illuminated against the night.
 Then I noticed the paint scratched letters on a Duval Street store and they put me in mind of the general sandblasting given the Keys by Hurricane Irma. Everything goes back to that whether or not it's true.
 Rusty marched off into Bahama Village:
 These piles of garbage are fascinating to him.
 I find myself standing around waiting for him. Then I wonder t the elaborate  window grating and the ghastly plastic sign tacked next to it.
 Such an intricate mosaic survived the wind:
 I caught this reflection in a car window:
 I had time to spare to stand around and see what I liked. Rusty was head down.
 A construction van of some type seems to be outside every home these days, whether they live there or work there. 

 The Sym Wolf Classic, a 150 cc motorcycle that I like the looks of very much. In Europe these retro bikes using replica Honda 125 engines are very popular.
The classic Conch Cottage:
Public Housing, Key West style, Robert Gabriel on Amelia Street:
I labelled this picture on my Instagram account "The tree that ate Key West":
This is an imperfect picture of the community pool which deserves a much better representation:
This I liked as it appeals to my puerile sense of humor:
Why did the coconut want to cross the street? Because...I've forgotten the punch line I made up but it was  a clever pun I thought up. Something to do with being Irma'ed.
Rusty and the defaced Southernmost Point:
Wind strong enough to peel paint. I hope never to see that again.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Walking United

It is surprisingly easy to get downtown when you are living temporarily in New Town. A matter of ten minutes and Rusty and I were walking after we left the home we were staying in at the other end of town. I don't miss the short drive as I enjoy living out in the distant suburbs, and it's good to be home on Cudjoe. 
Signs of storm damage are everywhere, neon signs lack letters, trash is piled up still and impenetrable walls like this one topple over intact or almost:
Many parts of Key West are unscathed even if plenty of vegetation was lost all over the place. "Everything Will Be OK" looked rather out of place these days. Especially considering jobs and homes lost and people faced with relocation not having anywhere to live after heir homes were condemned and FEMA support runs out.
 But for the most part Key West structurally looks the same:

 What Rusty saw I couldn't say. There was nothing there.
Walking Key West, one of my preferred activities I keep seeing glimpses of the place as it was before. I find those moments to be tantalizing, they tease me into trying to remember things as they were. Trees, greenery, sunrise barely detected, scooters commuting ...the elements of a town basking in tropical night air without a care in the world..
 And some landmarks remain as they always were and are now open for service:

Saturday, October 14, 2017

My Keys in Black And White

I haven't used them much but I have taken some pictures in monochrome. They lend an image distance and I suppose on thinking about it I have preferred to post color pictures to lend immediacy to the scenes unfolding in the Keys. I am very aware that in 2005 I wasn't yet into digital photography and have no images of that fiasco which was Hurricane Wilma. Go HERE for a very complete discussion of that storm with some pictures, courtesy of the National Weather Service in Key West. So this time around I have been taking as many pictures as I can but I have to admit the constant stream of garbage and wreckage is wearing me down. By way of contrast here is the Seven Mile Bridge driving back to Key West:
 Ohio Key also snapped from a vehicle, cable company and telephone company trucks at work:
 A cloud also snapped from the Seven Mile Bridge. There is no chronology to these pictures, no story just images I like.
 This one is on Grassy Key, a bike path opened up to motor traffic by removing the post that allows only bicycles to ride by presumably in this case to allow clean up vehicles access:
 Also on Grassy Key further up the bike path Himself prowling:
 Grassy Key, a reminder of how important these wires and poles are in our lives:
Rusty watching something:
 My favorite leafy walk wrecked, near Bahia Honda:
 The 1942 water pipe pushed out of place by the storm which tore up the land this pipe was buried in:
 A dinghy washed up on the only land, a tiny islet, south of Bahia Honda before Cuba:
Lazy Way Lane near Schooner Wharf. The bicycles are back, if they ever left:
 These bikes are nearby in new racks near the Waterfront Brewery:
 A fair bit of boat wreckage at Sea Center on Big Pine:
 I got tired of seeing bucket trucks not in use, just sitting there:
My boy:
 Does it look less like wreckage in black and white?
In real life it still smells the same.
 More bucket trucks just sitting. I got frustrated seeing them not doing.
Happy memories piled up in a heap:

 Things got knocked over everywhere:
 Galley Grill on on Summerland got flooded judging by all the furniture pulled out:
 Summerland Key

 Leafless bushes everywhere here in Islamorada:
My other favorite walk at Boca Chica Beach.