Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Sunset On Sugarloaf

Like all side roads in the Lower Keys it's a dead end and it takes determination to drive it to the end.
 For me the bridge at Sammy Creek  is a place to let Rusty loose to follow his nose while I play with my camera.
 I imagine the crowds at Mallory Square at about this hour. 
I recently finished re-reading Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. It's a bit of a stretch but the rapidly flowing tidal creek put me in mind of the river in that atmospheric story. 
 The road from somewhere to nowhere...

I was photographing the lacework created by the leafless trees against the darkening sky when a car pulled up. The previous camper drove away without  stopping to talk but this young coupe wanted to know what I was doing. Amusing the dog. He pointed out the bats to his slack jawed girlfriend, I nodded solemnly. I was suddenly a part player in his local knowledge play. 
We talked, I deferred, to his recitation about the bat tower now flat on its back on the other side of the island. I swatted mosquitoes. Rusty stopped leaping around his new friends (they encouraged him) and sta waiting for me to do something. I opened the car door.
I paused on the drive back to US One to take some not terribly good pictures of the sunset across the salt flats. The breeze was cool and Rusty found the ditch fascinating.

 It got dark shortly after six. We left.

Sunset Walk

A few menacing clouds gave way to clear skies as the sun approached the horizon.
 Hurricane Irma debris hasn't come close to being cleared in the furthest backwaters...
 American Shoal light hovering far in the background:
 Wind blown coconut palm:
 Pelican can:
 take offL
 and:
 fly:
 and look at ease doing it:
 I caught him with his eyes closed. He hates the camera and screws me up all the time.
 They shouted a lot as they went but I thunk they were having a  good time. It looked tedious to me:
 Time to think about maybe going home?