Key West never ceases to feed my eyes.
As often as I have walked Center Street I still enjoy the buildings.
I posted this van picture to Instagram to much acclaim and nostalgia.
Absurd growth. This is winter after all.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Not exactly how we see things in the Keys in winter...
These cuts in the rock wall at the new fire station on Simonton Street looked like the image of a cocktail glass. Which probably means I have been living in the Keys too long...
And a glimpse of La Concha hotel on Duval Street is a reminder that the legendary Top bar is gone replaced by a spa of some sort on the roof top insider the glass.
I wonder if they tell the spa customers the story about how Chardonnay was the choice of last drink for those committing suicide by jumping from the Top and leaving behind the wine glass.