If you've ever seen one of those ceremonies where the mayor of a city gives some notorious notable the "key to the city", haven't you ever wondered how the key recipient knows which doorway to the city the key fits?
Like in New York. . . is it for the Lincoln Tunnel, the Holland Tunnel or the GWB (George Washington Bridge)?
If you get awarded the "key to the city" of Key West, there is no doubt, Mallory Square is your way in.
Its been such a "to die for" beautiful day today I thought I'd reprise this video I shot and put together on a very similar day a couple of years ago.
Enjoy. . .
Sunset is a tourist attraction in Key West.
Every evening any number of artists, fire eaters, tight rope walking dogs and a guy named Clem, wearing a kilt and playing bagpipes, get together with hundreds of tourists on Mallory Square to watch the sun sink into the Gulf.
I used to participate in the mayhem until one evening I overheard a woman, her gaze fixed on the setting sun a hands breath above the horizon, ask her husband, "do you think this happens
every night?"
I made up my mind then and there that, at the end of the day, my life might be better served spending time with life forms that have a better grasp of what's going on around them.
other than that, this photograph has also been published as cover art for the book "Between Man and Woman Keys"
by Rosalind Brackenbury
rocky and daisy-mae seemed entirely unimpressed by the banter between the dancing bear and the british queen. . .
"lord he was born a ramblin' man. . ."
(so quoted for the old allman brother's tune he was singin' at the time i took the picture)
Mallory Square is the place where all the pilgrims go to watch the sunset every evening. Mostly it's a pier chock full of gift shops and kiosks where all those who are temporarily enamored with the mechanics of nature can buy a keepsake tchotchke that they can carry home and have to dust once a week.
