Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Duelling Sunsets

Sunset, Key West, Florida, USA
I was told that November (in the northern hemisphere) is the best month for sunsets. I never knew it mattered, but this photo blog says:
Time of year is an important consideration for getting the best colours at sunrise or sunset. Because the earth is in transition more in the spring and fall, these are ideal seasons for spectacular vistas of sky, cloud and earth colours as the sun rises and sets. My experience has been that fall is a great time for reds, yellows, and orange variations in the sky and tinting of clouds as they move across the horizon, during, and just after the sun sets. A window of opportunity for great shots is longer for a sunset than a sunrise. 
Hmm..well if you're serious about photographing sunsets (or sunrises), there are plenty of tips on the web. For me, it's more a matter of chance -- being in the right place with a camera when the sun does its spectacular thing.

Here are two very different sunsets snapped this November in different parts of the world.

Sunset, Amalfi Coast (Capri on the horizon), Italy.
Sunset, Key West, Florida, USA.

Butch blows a conch shell to mark sunset, Key West.
Admittedly it's important to enjoy a delicious 'sundowner' with your sunset, but lest you think I'm lazy, and just to prove that I can get up early, here are a few November sunrise shots...

Sunrise, Amalfi Coast.
Sunrise, Amalfi.
Sunrise, Amalfi.



Monday, November 25, 2013

Hemingway's House



I thought I'd post some more pictures of Hemingway's house in Key West, Florida, for the literary aficionados out there. A brief recap of Hemingway in Key West, and beyond:

Hemingway had it good in Key West. A boy from Oak Park, Illinois, he'd served and been wounded n WWI ("A Farewell To Arms"); lived his 'Paris years' with his first wife Hadley, making forays into Spain ("The Sun Also Rises", "For Whom The Bell Tolls"); dumped Hadley and married Pauline. From Key West he took big game hunting safaris in Africa ("The Snows of Kilimanjaro") and he kept a custom-built deep-sea fishing boat. He liked to go fishing in Cuba ("The Old Man and the Sea"). Yep, the Key West years were prosperous and the lovely old island-architecture house (with huge swimming pool) attests to that. You can visit 'Papa's' writing studio in the old stable.

In Key West you can also gawk at Sloppy Joe's Bar (the original site and the later site) where Hemingway drank (a lot), and where he met Martha Gelhorn, his third wife. He dumped Pauline and moved with Martha to Cuba. Pauline got the Key West house. (Martha was later dumped for fourth wife Mary; Cuba had its revolution and the Hemingways moved to Idaho, where Ernest eventually shot himself).



Here's Wiki on the author's life.

And in Oak Park, Illinois, a 'burb of Chicago, you can visit the Hemingway Home and Museum.

And here's the NYT report from 1961of Hemingway's death - reported as accidental, after treatment for hyper-tension and malaria. He had in fact been treated with electroshock therapy for depression or a bi-polar condition that ran in his family, and had shot himself, as did his father.

A curious personality. A readable, stark writer. Check out a few quotes here. I'll leave you with this one, probably written in the studio in Key West, to ponder, as you take a walk around the Hemingway House in Key West:
“Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.” 
― Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories



















Sunday, November 24, 2013

Pretty in Pastels



A photo-journey around the streets of Old Town, Key West. These pretty wooden houses must be strongly built to have lasted through many hurricanes over the years. Feeling the tropical island vibe in the USA...










Saturday, November 23, 2013

Key West: Chickens, Cats & Conch

Sauce with your conch fritters? Key West.
The southernmost of the Florida Keys - in fact, the southernmost point of the USA - is twice the size that it once was. It's a US naval base, and over the years the navy has reclaimed so much land that the key is now divided into Old Town (funky, quirky, interesting) and New Town (boring, full of service companies and cheap hotels). Still, the original Old Town has something about it -- President Harry Truman loved staying here (there's even a 'Little White House'), as did Hemingway, Tennessee Williams and other arty characters with a few secrets and a fondness for the sun.

Truman remembered. Key West
The chickens? In the Old Town they wander about unmolested (there's a law protecting them), the roosters occasionally crowing between the coconut vendors. They're remnants of Cuban cock-fighting birds, set free when the grim 'sport' was outlawed.

Why is that chicken crossing the road?
The cats? Well, over at the Hemingway place there are about 45 of them, all descended from 'Snowball', the household cat when Ernest Hemingway lived there with his second wife Pauline and their two sons. Snowball had six 'toes', and so do about half of his current descendants.

A six-toed cat resting on Hemingway's bed. Key West.
Hemingway had it good in Key West. A boy from Oak Park, Illinois, he'd served and been wounded n WWI ("A Farewell To Arms"); lived his 'Paris years' with his first wife Hadley, making forays into Spain ("The Sun Also Rises", "For Whom The Bell Tolls"); dumped Hadley and married Pauline. From Key West he took big game hunting safaris in Africa ("The Snows of Kilimanjaro") and he kept a custom-built deep-sea fishing boat. He liked to go fishing in Cuba ("The Old Man and the Sea"). Yep, the Key West years were prosperous and the lovely old island-architecture house (with huge swimming pool) attests to that. You can visit 'Papa's' writing studio in the old stable.

The Hemingway place, Key West.
Hemingway's writing studio., Key West Here, 'The Snows of Kilimanjaro' was created.
You can also gawk at Sloppy Joe's Bar (the original site and the later site) where Hemingway drank (a lot), and where he met Martha Gelhorn, his third wife. He dumped Pauline and moved with Martha to Cuba. Pauline got the Key West house. (Martha was later dumped for fourth wife Mary; Cuba had its revolution and the Hemingways moved to Idaho, where Ernest eventually shot himself).

Sloppy Joe's on Duval Street, Key West.
But back to Key West, a quirky haven for writers and artists and 'alternative-lifestylers'. Poets.org says:
Long before the overseas highway connected it to the mainland and cruise ships made it a regular port of call, Key West was a tropical frontier town. Populated in the early twentieth century by an eclectic mix of fishermen, spongers, rum runners, and cigar makers, the tiny island was more Caribbean than American. Over 100 miles from mainland Florida and the southernmost point in the United States, Key West has attracted numerous artists and writers, including Ernest Hemingway, Wallace Stevens, Ralph Ellison, Elizabeth Bishop, Tennessee Williams, Robert Frost, and James Merrill, with its remote location, tropical setting, and wild spirit. 
Tennessee Williams first came to Key West at age thirty, in 1941. After living in a boarding house, he bought a clapboard Bahamian cottage on the outside of town, at 1431 Duncan Street, where he created a compound with a guest cottage, swimming pool, and one-room writing studio he called the "Mad House."
Pretty Key West architecture.
Bisque on the Beach. Key West.

More recently, Calvin Klein had a house in Key West, a lovely wooden confection in an octagonal shape, painted white and pale turquoise. Nearby is a house left by its owner to her cats, a bequest upheld by the courts. Key West lost many of its gay residents to the Aids epidemic, and has its own sombre Aids memorial. Its near the beaches on the Atlantic side of the island. I enjoyed a bowl of excellent seafood bisque on Higgs' Beach (memo to self: look up Clarence S. Higgs; he's probably a relative). The sea doesn't roll up in big surf here - there's a reef about five miles out. The sand is trucked in.
Calvin Klein's (ex) house, Key West.
This reef proved a source of prosperity for Key West in the past - claiming salvage from the shipwrecks was a major industry. Many of the fine old wooden mansions in the town are wreckers' houses. There was also a thriving pineapple industry until a blight wiped out the pineapples. Today tourism rules. Duval Street is full of chi-chi galleries and gay bars at one end, and noisy drinking holes and t-shirt shops at the other. Mallory Square shops will sell you a conch shell or a sea-sponge while you wait for the big cruise ships to get out of the way, so you can see the glorious sunset.

Pauline Hemingway's bedside lamp. Homage to the pineapple.
Conch fritters? Mojito?


On the Gulf side of the Key is the old seaport where the fishing boats, sailing boats, dinghies and runabouts moor, in front of crab shacks and mojito bars. At sunset, tradition has it that a conch shell is sounded - blown through a hole in one end to produce a low hoot which marks the going down of the sun on another day in paradise.


And Key Lime pie for afters?
The conch? It's everywhere, not just the shell, but also the fritters, Bahamian-style (Key West is just 90 miles north of Cuba, closer than it is to Miami). In the 1980s, after the US Government set up a customs post between Key West and the mainland of the USA (there was a bit of trouble with smuggling), the Key briefly declared itself a republic and 'seceded from the Union.' It became "The Conch Republic", with a flag and all. There was a psuedo-battle involving throwing stale bread at the Navy, a backdown by the rebels, a gracious removal of the customs post by the US government, and an excuse for another annual festival was born.

A local member of The Conch Republic.
Speaking of festivals, I was lucky to just miss Key West's 'Fantasy Festival' held around Hallowe'en. They had 75,000 visitors this year, principally because public nudity laws are relaxed for the duration and the main 'costumes' are merely body paint.

That's Key West.

Jimmy Buffett got his start singing in bars in Key West.
Only 90 mies to Cuba! The southernmost point of the USA.
"The Conch Republic."



Friday, November 22, 2013

Florida Keys

Driving the Florida Keys
There's a string of islands at the southern tip of Florida, threaded together by a series of long, low bridges. The islands are called the Florida Keys. I've tried to find out why they're called "keys" and the best I can come up with is that the word is an anglicised non-sequitur from the Spanish word "cayos", which corresponds with the English word "cays" meaning "a low bank or reef of coral, rock, or sand".

Local radio for the drive.
Estimates vary on how many islands there are in the Keys - some say 1700; but others say only 882 are charted. Around 40 of the islands are inhabited, and of these about 30 are reachable by road. Their names play out in an intriguing string from the Upper Keys: Key Largo, Plantation Key, Windley Key, Matecumbe Key, Fiesta key, Long Key, Duck Key; - to the Middle Keys: Grassy Key, Crawl Key, Vaca key, Key Colony Beach, Marathon (an aberration), Boot Key; - then over the Seven Mile Bridge to the Lower Keys: No Name Key, Big Pine Key, Big Torch Key, Cudjoe key, Snipe Keys, Saddle Bunch Keys, Boca Chica Key.....and finally Key West.
Over seas bridges and power lines.
The bridge system in the Keys owes its genesis to that great Floridian developer, Henry Flagler. In 1910 he built a railroad all the way down to Key West. Unfortunately parts of it blew away in a terrible hurricane in 1935, with great loss of life. It's never been fully rebuilt - the rusty ghosts of the old oversea railway trestles still poke out of the turquoise waters of the Gulf. These days the infrastructure is for car traffic, with some impressively long bridges including the famous Seven Mile Bridge.
Not Seven Mile, but long enough....

You may begin the justly famous drive to the Keys as I did, from Miami Beach. After about an hour of freeways and cityscapes, you join US Highway One (US Route 1)which runs from the Canadian/Maine border all the way to Mile Marker "1" in Key West, where it ends its 2,369 miles (3,813 km) run.

On the road. It's flat out there.

Florida Keys. "Know your buoys!"

Driving over seas.
The main town in the Upper Keys is Key Largo - star of the 1948 Bogart and Bacall movie "Key Largo" and the romantic one-hit-wonder pop song it inspired in 1981, 'Key Largo' by Bertie Higgins:
We had it all
Just like Bogie and Bacall
Starring in our old late, late show
Sailing away to Key Largo


End of the road, in Key West.
Off to each side of Highway 1 are expensive waterfront houses. On the highway, in the small towns, are the usual US strip developments, leavened with a lot of marine and boat dealerships and the occasional Turtle Rescue Centre. In the Middle and Lower Keys you'll find markers memorialising Indian history in the area, a refuge for Key Deer (deer? who knew?), and lots of fishermen out on and under the bridges.

I had a recommendation to stop for a snack at the Sunset Bar & Grill at Marathon, just before the Seven Mile Bridge begins. I spotted it off to the left, but before I could find an exit - whoops! - I was on the bridge. That's it for the next seven miles. The bridge is only two lanes, one each way, and apart from a hump in the middle to allow shipping to go under, it's pretty low to the water. It's a strange experience to drive out across the ocean. Kind of Biblical.

Dodging a fat iguana that tried to cross Highway 1 on No Name Key, I drove on. Next stop, the largest town in the Keys, with about one third of the population, KeyWest.

The Florida Keys and Key Largo also get a mention in the Beach Boys 1988 song "Kokomo":
Off the Florida Keys
There's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo
Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go


Up....
...and over.