I don't spend the life I am living pondering the unlikely possibility of a life after this life. I am in a minority when it comes to expecting death to be the end so I find myself tolerating excited explanations of the supernatural. It turns out a disembodied piece of ectoplasm lives behind the sign.
It's supposed to be some character, a seafarer as I recall, who apparently feels no compunction about appearing to everyone else but not to me. Rusty sensed no extra sensory apparition, or if he did he ignored it. There is a cemetery dating from the original church built in 1838, and where there is a cemetery there must be ghosts. I fully expect you to feel a cool clammy hand around your heart the next time you tip toe by...
On a more practical note I recall the ghost of the former Carriage Trade at this place. It was run in eccentric style by two elderly men set in their ways and I delighted in eating here. It was a set menu, chalked on a board for a set price which if satisfactory you took at an outdoor table in the back courtyard. It was old world and delightful. I felt like a small boy eating lunch at school and anxious not annoy the rather revere lunch monitor. All that is gone, vaporized by the mists of time.
I was quite pleased to see a sign explaining The Studios of Key West has taken the building over to use as a place to store artists in residence. A worthy use for the former carriage trade and soon no one will remember the meals they used to serve.
Rain threatened and later the rain pelted down all over the Keys as another tropical swirl is building up in the western Caribbean sending gray skies and rain all over the place. Rusty and I got out for a morning walk before the rain and spent the rest of my day predictably sitting at home with a snoring dog and wintery scene of mist and slashing rain and noisy wind gusts.
I don't suppose I'd have the nerve to go in if it were open but come to think I've never actually seen a sign saying we are open please come in. At five in the morning they are definitely closed.
I saw two chickens on the umbrella. A photograph seemed a requirement. Rusty was miles away by now crunching things he was finding on the sidewalk. I'm not sure why but he seems to be developing an interest in found food. Its for lack of being fed at home that's certain.
I liked the light on the shutters at the Bull. In general I find this bar to be the most photogenic on Duval Street so I keep going back and taking a picture to remind myself. One day I might buy a drink there.
Abstract with ferns and blue lights.
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My wife and I took the Ghost Tour when we were in Key West the first time. They took us to an old cemetery that had a wrought iron fence around it. I told my wife to go up and shake the gate and I would take a few images to see if any orb's or ghosts would show up in the image. The tour guide got a little spooked and walked away from the gate so as not to get caught up in any ghostly retaliations. Nothing appeared in the images.
Later that trip we were walking back from Schooner Wharf at the end of Elizabeth St ( where we were staying) I passed a motorcycle with four aces painted on the gas tank and decided to capture an image of it. What turned up in the image was surprising. You can see a smoky image that has two knees, a torso and arms, one reaching towards the gas tank.
I don't believe in ghosts but the image really makes you think !
You can see the image here;
https://www.fotocommunity.com/photo/old-bikers-never-die-they-just-fade-away--ken-piros/15113346
Ken in Cleveland
Up here in the midlantic, we are coming down off brood x of 17 year cicadas. Bugs everywhere. The dogs are in paradise. From their point of view, it's raining treats. Some people are having to put muzzles on their dogs to keep them from eating every one they see. Rusty would probably enjoy it.
…and the chickens would LOVE it.
My friends like to go ghost hunting and they’ve showed me pictures of strange lights and humanoid shapes….Cognitive dissonance!
As for cicadas I’m not telling rusty anything. Hopefully by next year they’ll be underground. It sounds like hell.
Nice picture by the way Ken
They are winding down now; no more going for a walk and having three or four fly into you and then stick; or coming into the house and going back to the computer and hearing “chk-chk” and discovering one sitting on your shoulder. I clocked them at a high of 85 db in the tree in front of my house a couple weeks ago. Much quieter now.
Sounds unbearable.
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