Super Duper Power Boats

They're b-a-a-a-ck!


Eccentrics on boats with BIG engines.


And couches...?


They were having fun riding through town.


I saw them passing on Duval.


Tourists thought the boats looked cool.


Anywhere but Cleveland can't be bad this time of year.


Checking out the passing talent.


It looked a bit mid western to me, but I'm not gay.





The peanut butter customers went out to watch with their chequered napkins.


I'm not sure what the attraction of power boat races are.


Loud and fast in a straight line.


Hey, a purple boat, a team obviously secure in their manhood.


Lots and lots of boats cluttering up Duval and Whitehead Streets.


A 200 mile per hour Suzuki with extended rear wheel (modified at vast and pointless expense) and the rider drags his feet like a learner?


A parade for a golf cart.


A chicken held things up for a second.


Large chests match large bank accounts around here.


The well-to-do teams bring scooters to ride around the paddock in-between races.


Everyone brings along a spare blonde or two.


Dream on kids.


From little parades large acorns are sown.



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Key West Pix XVI

It made me think of Cheyenne but I was glad she was safe at home waiting for me. We went for a walk together when I got back.


I saw the light up in the Freeman Justice Center and wondered who was burning the weekend oil, or who had forgotten to turn the bulb out.


I like being a passenger. It hardly happens to me but I like it when I do get to ride.


"Nice dress," said Chuck. "in the suicide lane..." She survived as far as we saw.


Ibis Bay (the former Blue Lagoon) has rooms to rent now that it is low season once again.


Babe on a bike. Nuff sed.


Scooter on a wrecker. Questions abound.


But we were long gone and I was riding in the back so I couldn't have turned around even had I wanted to.


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At The Seaside

My wife came along Saturday when I left the house to walk Cheyenne. She says we get to see more of each other when I work nights, so even when I work Saturday night we get to spend the day together.


Cheyenne loses out because we talk and she doesn't get my undivided attention when someone else comes along on our walks.


A helicopter flew overhead and I hoped it would pass close over the bridge. In the event all I got was a little black dot in the top right corner of the picture.


Cheyenne got busy grazing, turning her back on us.


Helicopters, cars, planes: it was Grand Central Station.


And let's not forget the boats.


All too much for a girl.


I was astonished to spot il Duce riding by on a Harley.


The picnic-ing pair untied the boat and left.


I took a last look around, the island off Bahia Honda State Park.


Sunbathers enjoying a winter day at the beach in the park.


And then we left too.


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Friends

Sitting under the kapok tree on Whitehead Street.


Watching the world go by.

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Spring In Fall

My pomegranate, a gift from Robert and Dolly continues to flourish, with a little pruning, watering and fertilizing. The fruit looks glorious in the crisp afternoon sun.


There's an orange ball in the sky too, but lower and further to the south this time of year.


The blasting heat of summer is gone, nights are cool, the air conditioning is off for now and afternoon highs barely get into the low eighties. Pretty soon my deserted street will be clomping to the sounds of snowbirds power walking up and down.


My little home, protected by greenery sits back from the road a bit and gives me privacy.


And this time of year the greenery, fueled by the recent heavy rains is sprouting just like Spring Up North.


I miss the emptiness of summer but I like the warmth of winter in the Fabulous Florida Keys.

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Scenes On Big Pine

Another glorious day another opportunity to seek out trails further afield as heat and humidity fall and give my furry partner greater stamina.


We parked the car at the end of County Road on Big Pine and I followed Cheyenne into the unpaved wilderness. I have, in my more misanthropic moments nurtured the idea of parking a trailer in the backwoods as a cheap and effective way to seek isolation


But it seems that one always has to beware the dog in these places. My dog doesn't manage to generate the same levels of breathless warnings.


Even houses have to beware of the dogs .


Beware grandparents hauling youngsters on tandems. If you look closely the smart kid has her feet up on the crossbar let gramps do the work.


That may be a metaphor for our time if you to listen to grumpy old people these days.



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