Morning At Mallory

I no longer have to be up at night which makes it highly unlikely I will ever see Old Town Key West at three in the morning ever again. I’d like to say I’m sorry but I’m fine being abed and Rusty never protests. 

Watching the sun come up over the harbor was early enough for both of us. 

I sat and watched people and boats and had a thoroughly peaceful time. Everyone else was being useful exercising or fishing or using their phones but as Rusty napped I watched the world, mostly rather empty and took some pictures from where I sat with my Lumix G95. 

What do you suppose future generations will think of this already quaint sign?

In the background, behind the fully equipped angler you can see the landing craft bound for Sunset Key with a work truck onboard. It’s how they manage the rather sterile and uninteresting retreat for the rich and famous where cars aren’t allowed (nor is much of anything else for hoi polloi). 

The ever lovely jet ski tours. These pests were abroad astonishingly early. 

The eight o’clock ferry bound for Fort Jefferson three hours away. It didn’t seem to be crammed with passengers. 

And so the morning drifted away. No rowdy homeless though there were a few tough looking characters sitting quietly alongside me doing pretty much what everyone does: checking their phones! A very nice morning. 

And so eventually we wandered off. Another lovely quiet Key West morning.