As promised, more pics
First, here's a rooster wandering around the garden of the Hemingway house. Very weird thing. You'd have thought you were in farm country. There were roosters and hens and little chicks strollin' around everywhere. And either these things are really smart or they're considered sacred in KW, 'cause I didn't see one bit of chicken road kill.
Here's another six-toed cat at Hemingway house. Those of you who need creative writing inspiration feel free to share in the mojo.
Here's a shot that isn't from KW, but rather from a park next to my house. Can't figure out why it's in here, other than maybe I hadn't deleted from my camera card and accidentally added it to my upload list. Oh well, the birds are cool.
The next two pics are from a ghost tour we took the other night. The first is an old church-turned-theater-turned-nightclub-turned abandoned building we saw on a ghost tour the other night. I have to tell you that while I believe in weird crap that can't be explained with terrestrial logic or conventional wisdom, I've never been fully sold on the ghost thing. This tour did not help my skepticism. I expected to see some shadows walking around, and spooky howling, and bloody-eyed little girls wearing dresses from the 1800s, whispering "Redrum! Redrum!" Nope. The scariest things we encountered were a trash can on the sidewalk that smelled like death itself, or like Sheryl Crow's wiping hand, and the stove pipe hat our tour guide wore. And BTW, that whole "orb" thing? Lights and reflections bouncing off of walls and what not. You want to convince me there are ghosts out there kickin' it, have one walk up to me and levitate my furniture.
Here's the lighthouse across the street from the Hemingway house. According to a tour guide, Hemingway's friends used to tease him that he bought the house, because it was across the street from the lighthouse, whose spot light was always on, so after a night of drinking he'd always be able to find his way home.
Me lounging on the balcony of our hotel. We lucked out. There were two balconies - one facing the gulf, and one facing the Atlantic. For some strange reason all our time was spent on the gulf balcony. Something about the Atlantic balcony that wasn't as appealing.
I can't explain the grimace. Maybe I was being bitten by a skeeter at the moment Mrs. B snapped this shot or something. I can't remember. But I'm trying to commune on a psychic level with yet another six-toed cat. Hey, as the kids say, I'm trying to get my write on!
Last Hemingway reference, then we'll let him rest in peace for a while. Simple shot of the front of his house. Can you tell I spent a good bit of time here, soaking up the ambiance?
Another pic not from KW that slipped past me. This is some kind of lizard on a tree in my front yard.