William And Fleming In Pajamas

I was awake at two in the morning and feeling energetic so off I went. God hasn't said a word to me in decades but churches always speak to me. History, tradition, oppression and lovely pictures. Who could ask for more?


This next picture is for the nutter who called me from somewhere east of Eden at two in the morning a couple of weeks ago asking where he could stay in Key West and not see any faggots. Er...I replied. Er. I'm going to come down to Key West and kick your faggot ass with my marine boot he screeched before hanging up abruptly. Had he waited I'd have told him he could come out of the closet right here and find acceptance around their pool. No need for self hatred, dude.


There are nights when answering the police phones is more amusing than standing in a darkened street taking pictures. Other nights it's a lot worse, but never mind, sometimes we actually do some good. Those are the really good nights.


If you ride around like this when solid citizens are sleeping factory mufflers are a good idea.


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Colorful Lower Keys

So why doesn't it get claustrophobic, running into tidal water every way one turns? The red diamonds warn drivers not to plop off the end of the road.


Because which ever way you look there is something to catch your attention. I thought plastic flamingos were for yards Up North, but I was wrong. They provide a splash of color Down Here too.


I've got lots of these but mine aren't nearly as yellow. I hope they will be soon.


An orange house manages somehow to blend in around here, as far as we are from the desert southwest.


Colors found in nature tend to be more subdued.


Yet we see hints of yellows and oranges and at the right time we can find pinks and reds.


Fortunately gray is limited to brief pauses between the colors.


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Roadblock

The paving of Highway One continues in the middle of the night between Sugarloaf Lodge and Sugarloaf Middle School. It is a pain in the butt to have the flow of the ride interrupted but it is most decidedly not a pain in the butt having a smooth black highway to ride after they are done.


With the news of the defeat of anti union legislation Up North and the repudiation of the nonsensical foetal citizenship bill in Mississippi one has to hope that one day government public work will be seen for what it is: indispensable. As I sat at the stop sign with the engine turned off a mental deficient in a black SUV came the other way and leaned out of the window to warn me in stentorian tones that my headlight was OFF. Not the headlight, but the engine was off as I waited for the interminable roadblock to open. Why waste gas? I wonder if he was smart enough to thank the gods we have money enough to rebuild public roads. Probably not if he doesn't think about these things much.


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Loitering Day And Night

Cheyenne was loitering of course but at the base of the tree on Caroline Street.


I think the author was worried about local homeless people sitting around drinking and enjoying the mild winter weather. I did no such thing, for I was merely a respectable dog walker.


A few hours later I was once again loitering in the area struggling to hand capture an almost full moon. Loitering is indeed a magnificent way to pass a Florida afternoon.


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Wilderness

It could have been a cougar with wet paws, coming out of the swamp primeval, padding across the deserted highway looking for a plump piece of dessert to finish off a day spent frolicking in the mangroves.


There was decidedly a wildcat on the loose, which reminds me of the story about how you know there have been elephants in the fridge. "Footprints in the butter."


Spotted at last!


Is she dangerous? Only if you're food.

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Public Art

We stopped by Habitat in Big Pine and because I had my camera I was forced, as usual to observe and not just to see.


Unconsidered trifles made good.











It is not a prepossessing spot but they have made something attractive of something good. Odd isn't it how some Luddites oppose art in public places.


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