Granted they could be a breeding ground for mosquitoes but still they looked good I thought.
This home is more typical of suburban Keys home simply elevated to stay out of the flood plain. From what I read with more flooding of the mid West perhaps they should try stilts homes Up North as well.
Here marks the end of the street.
Some architect was having a bad day when the plans for this bread box crossed their desk.
The red diamond means any further and you will fall into salt water. It is a common sight on side streets in the Keys.
Ah Jade Street, home to homes of distinction.
The Habitat homes were opposed on the grounds the poor dears proposing to live there would be too close to the Highway. True enough but their occupants now have cherished homes in the Keys within ten minutes of jobs in Key West.
This Mile Marker Ten, a blur on my way to work each evening.
The new sewers covered by the new bicycle path looks rather nice through here.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Jade Street, Big Coppitt
I took a walk on Big Coppitt on the street where the new Habitat for Humanity homes were built recently. Jade Street is marked now by a collection of pleasant, brightly colored units on the east end of Big Coppitt Key.
The County Commission has been debating restoring some sort of official public water access on the ends of several of the streets that dead end north of the Overseas Highway through unincorporated Big Coppitt. Jade Street is not one of those streets for it ends in a turn around blocked off by private homes as we shall see.
There were apparently instances of people sitting on the waterfront drinking beer and in order to assuage neighbors the county tried to make such behavior illegal. Jade Street does not invite lingering amidst it's flowers and hedges.
I think of myself as one who likes to explore but it seems I don't get off the highway enough. I never knew there was a large, mainland-like apartment complex back here for instance.
Complete with keep out signs,
automatic gates and water access it wouldn't look out of place in Palm Beach County, with anonymity and ample parking for all.
The scale of the homes back here is quite unusual too, for one used to the scale of stilt homes on side streets among these islands.
I wonder at the detail on this covering for the downstairs spaces under the home. Perhaps it is for sale by the yard at Home depot but I have never seen it before.
Jade Street has water on both sides.
There are older, more modest homes here.
And good things to smell I am told.
This magnificent place looked surplus to requirements these days with tall grass and an air of abandonment. The Habitat homes up the street were bustling with activity.
I like these big rocks lining the street.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Wandering Elizabeth
If one wants to rent a place in Key West September and October are a great time to find a place, before the winter rush fills the city up. Rents aren't cheap though.
Work to live and live to work. I'm guessing the electricity is included because there isn't a separate meter most likely.
Or, if you have a spare $900,000 you could just buy your own place, a little further up Elizabeth Street.
There's even a separate unit in the building one could rent out to help pay the horrendous mortgage. It all sounds rather pre-2008 when real estate was an investment, supposedly.
I like the idea of these hurricane shutters for inaccessible windows. In summertime it's air conditioning all the way for most people and they don't need to throw windows open...
My shutters are made of corrugated aluminum and I only put them up when a storm actually threatens. I have walkways all round my house so mine are easy to install.
The Key West library lurks on the corner of Fleming Street, daytime home to the dispossessed as well as those seeking videos and books and computer time. Patrons arrive on an array of bicycles.
I am fascinated by the human need to accumulate stuff. If us middle class people could pack all our crap onto a modest bicycle we would consider ourselves bereft. Though why the most mobile part of our community wants to burden itself with plastic bags filled with crap as they pedal from refuge to refuge I couldn't say.
Stuff is an anchor but an emotional reassurance too and hard to let go. The book drop looks hurricane proof:
Some of us bring back oddities from distant travels. This porch ornament look Asian to me, perhaps Indonesian? I caught sight of it across Elizabeth Street from the library as Cheyenne wandered the library parking lot. It got me thinking.
Perhaps it just came out of a papier-mache class at the college. The library is actually county property and a Sheriff's deputy gets a detail working here keeping order during the day.
And the inevitable rooster even though pets are eschewed at the library.
A hurricane proofed shed.
The garden next to the library is a pleasant place to eat a sandwich when it's open.
Back on the street I spotted these skylight hatches apparently protected from cascading rain by tin eyebrows on the steeply pitched roof.
I may be horribly wrong but I think this is a frangipani flower. I hope mine does the same some day (thank you Tim in Seattle for the plant).
More crap laden bicycles, this time at the front of the library. Aside from the sheer boredom of being homeless the inability to put anything down must be exhausting.
This magnificent palm species deserves a place on North Roosevelt Boulevard alongside the controversial coconut palms. I wonder what it is?
People wonder at my pink Crocs. Fair enough, but let me wonder at the choice of a Salmon pink car. Perhaps it was purchased when the Prius was in huge demand and you got what you were given, Soviet style.
And, leaving Old Town, this picture that has nothing to do with anything on the Overseas Highway on Stock Island.
Scooter riders who drag their feet look stupid. And that is your unsolicited, opinionated, pointless comment for the day. Other bossy control freaks will nag on about people riding without the proper gear. I'll leave that to them. Those dragging feet irritate me.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Circling Caroline
I was intrigued by the lateral thinking on this attachment for a hurricane fence on Stump Lane.
Then, as I trailed my dog, I noticed similar improvisation at a home apparently not occupied and locked up tight. No Parking where chains and locks protect the empty space. The garage door behind it was also secured with a metal pipe locked and bolted.
Further up the lane I spotted a fine pedestal for a modest mailbox.
Walking the streets of Key West with a camera (and a dog) has that effect on me. I keep seeing things that tickle my fancy, things that give me pause. And out comes the camera. This next sign in the Cuban Joe's marine hardware store looked like it was addressed to boats rather than cars, after the recent downpours.
This is an area prone to flooding along Caroline Street.
The ticket machine sign wasn't very accurate as there were two working machines, not 25 yards away across the parking lot. Nowadays the city lot is unstaffed and the barrier is gone.
The idea is to park and buy a ticket and run the risk of getting a parking fine if you fail to so do.
I noticed this apparent liveaboard boater wheeling his laundry back to the dinghy dock.
Romantic notions of living at anchor could be dispelled by the realization that doing laundry in steamy heat and rainy conditions takes quite a bit of effort. or you could just smell the lavender.
The Art Bar doesn't look like it's being remodeled. It just looks closed.
The New Market has been around for ever formerly known as Maun's, one more of those inconvenience stores that litter the landscape across Key West. This lot need to brush up on the spelling of medicene. What"all kinds of energy" means I'm not sure I want to know.
The big cement block of the Park and Ride garage at Grinnell looks out of place in Key West.
But it is home to a few geckos.
And what I think was a dead toad. I kicked it away with my foot but not before she had nibbled enough to make her throw up copiously a short while later. I enjoyed scraping that off the sidewalk with a plastic bag, but I did not have the presence of mind to photograph it...
A motorcycle, a banana tree and the open road. Or street at any rate.
Harpoon Harry's on Caroline Street looking toward Duval Street. I used to like the restaurant a lot but televisions hanging on the walls spoiled the place for me. A motorcycle, a banana tree and the open road. Or street at any rate.
This venerable place services my water pumps and I am now worrying what will happen when they go.
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