Thursday, May 2, 2019

Solares Hill Night

Me the dog and the iPhone at four in the morning. The curse of not being able to sleep on your night off when you work night shift and your dog wants to go for a walk. This is how you make lemonade out of that particular lemon.


Genuine Buddy 50cc scooters.
The always popular New York eatery in Key West. Lines are too long for me to be tempted:
The county health building on Simonton, named for the cigar family that built it, so it is called the Gato Building as a reminder of past glories:

Streets at random, no one around except me and Rusty and the occasional bar hopper tripping home.

Rusty at Simonton and Olivia Streets.



In the annals of cryptic messaging I thought this one below rated quite high.
Not an accidentally open door (Ithink) but a communal entrance left open and inviting possibly on purpose.
A very used phone booth now apparently sitting as ornament. I find myself irrationally tempted to miss payphones but I have the capacity to remember what a pain in the ass they were.  Calling cards made them easier to use but all that stuff fumbling with coins and finding ones not vandalized and so forth. Cell phones - another reason to love them.

4 comments:

Native Floridian said...

The phrase "calling card" had its meaning stolen for 20 or 30 years didn't it? Now when someone says "...that's his calling card" no one thinks of Sprint or Verizon anymore.

Anonymous said...

the church sign is leftover from Easter; the angel outside the empty tomb said something to that effect to the Mary's when they went there three days after the crucifixion.

i like the picket fence shot above the scooters. very geometric.

Anonymous said...

and actually, 'calling cards' were little name cards that people would leave when they went to visit someone; the card would be borne in to the visitee by a servant, or left at the house if the visitee wasn't at home. dates back about 300 years.

Anonymous said...

The four in the morning pictures are always so cool. Not many of us get a chance to see a city at 4am. You and rusty are the photographers for the sleeping.
Reminds me of the line “four in the morning “ from Paul Simons ‘still crazy after all these years”. As always thanks for sharing parts of your beautiful city. Michigan.