Friday, January 10, 2020

Playing In The Mangroves

I took Rusty out and it was cloudy. I have been suffering a  series of insufferable calls at work, the entitled and the irritated and the parking averse and the angry, the neighbors who can't get along and it's all grist for my employment mill. Thank any god you care to mention they can't manage their lives as they give me job security. But after I have finished with my employment for the day I take the dog out and he plays with his nose and I play with my camera. Equanimity is restored.
Winter in Key West is the time of year when too many people cram themselves into a very small space and try to get along. As a social experiment its fascinating; as a formula for daily living its an absolute disaster. Key West isn't a high crime neighborhood but it is a high irritation city. Take 23,000 people and superimpose 2.5 million visitors and make sure most of them show up in the winter months and you have a recipe for lots of complaints. 
If I had to live and work in a  town with daily shootings and murders and armed robberies it would be bad enough but to be a dispatcher is such a community would drive me to drink.  Its not that Key West has no crime at all of course but the bits that stress you out tend to come reasonably spaced out so IU can walk Rusty take a few pictures and find my equanimity before the next round of misplaced anger juggles my mental balance.
In a world filled with temporary work and no benefits I feel acutely my good fortune and some days the work is very good indeed when people get help and I play a small part in that process. But some days I just want to be out here away from them all listening to the breeze and feeling the heat penetrate my bones. I feel alive in the fresh air be it ever so humid.
I have no idea where the graffiti come from but I get the feeling that maybe the author feels similar to myself, no doubt for different reasons and instead of taking pictures leaves a visible mark. 
I saw a cobweb and spent a happy few minutes fiddling with my camera, in this case a Panasonic LX100 pocket camera if you are interested.  The white line is a single cobweb strand that defied my attempts at focus for long enough that I got determined to catch it.
Then I got ambition and found I was able to manually focus on a whole lot more. And now here you are looking at genuine Florida cobwebs. That doesn't happen every day (thank goodness).
It was good for me though to relax looking for shapes and shades and patterns in the wilderness.

A bunch of old cement pipes brilliantly re-purposed into a  paintball field. 
And an artistic canvas.
What a great place.
Photographing ants is even harder than cobwebs. Be glad I gave up in a  hurry.
There's a dog out there:

It could be a lot worse than hanging with Rusty on a gray day off.