I was glad to see sidewalk cleaning on Duval Street. The fog it created pleased me as well.
Bicycles, white picket fences and Rusty: another morning in Key West.
A not completely obscene t-shirt in a shop window.
Usually I study the texture of bark in the woods where there may be little else to photograph.
In this case the tree was outside the Bourbon, an unexpected location.
And then I assembled a few pictures illustrating our walk.
After the bars close and before people start showing up is the best time to wander.
People ask if its safe to walk the streets in the dark. Honestly I have no idea. I'm an old fat white man armed with a dog. No one bothers us. That's all I know for sure.
Every step practically leads to another photo opportunity ion this extraordinary town.
Check them out: