Sun Bleached Saturdays

spent down in the Florida Keys. 

Spotted eyes take time to adjust to the details, not much thought given to that which was left behind. 

The ponderings are on the great great great grand kittens of Ernest Hemingway's lucky six toed cats and to the pesky roosters crossing roads.

Simple things like that. 

And the excellent tile choice Pauline & Ernest Hemingway had for their home Circa 1930

Or these small mementos from our beloved president Harry S. Truman, who spent much time in the Keys. 

But most intrigue goes to the ship wreckers of 1886 who amassed great fortunes dredging up sunken treasures from the sea, a glimmer in time which coined Key West as the wealthiest U.S. city. 

Sunday was spent at the beach with my love, another Murakami read and my widest brimmed hat. 

Not much more to be said about all of that.