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Hotels Near Sand Key Beach





hotels near sand key beach






    sand key
  • Sand Key Light is located six nautical miles southwest of Key West, Florida, between Sand Key Channel and Rock Key Channel, two of the channels into Key West. It is located on a reef that is intermittently covered by sand.

  • Sand Key is a coral reef located within the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary. It lies to the southwest of Key West, within the Key West National Wildlife Refuge. This reef is within a Sanctuary Preservation Area (SPA).





    hotels
  • An establishment providing accommodations, meals, and other services for travelers and tourists

  • Hotel is a dimensional real estate game created by Milton Bradley in 1986. It is similar to Square Mile and Prize Property. In Hotel the players are building resort hotels and attempting to drive their competitors into bankruptcy.

  • (hotel) a building where travelers can pay for lodging and meals and other services

  • HOTELS (ISSN-1047-2975) is a trade publication serving the information needs of the worldwide hospitality industry.

  • A code word representing the letter H, used in radio communication





    beach
  • A pebbly or sandy shore, esp. by the ocean between high- and low-water marks

  • an area of sand sloping down to the water of a sea or lake

  • land on a beach; "the ship beached near the port"

  • A beach is a geological landform along the shoreline of an ocean, sea or lake. It usually consists of loose particles which are often composed of rock, such as sand, gravel, shingle, pebbles, waves or cobblestones.











Beachportrait Monday June 20th




Beachportrait Monday June 20th





I decided to park and lock the bike on top of the boulevard at the ramp next to beach club Rapa Nui (which, I coincidentally learned this very weekend by watching a BBC documentary, is the name of the people that used to live on Easter Island), where they also rent out surf boards - next to serving drinks and stuff. While walking down the ramp towards the sand of the beach the sunlight turned two boys in the waves into stereotipical surfer silhouettes, except for the obligatory yet missing hawaiian-height waves. Still, I thought it could have been nice to take their portrait. They however did not really come close to the edge of the water and I did not feel like yelling at them and disturbing them at surf practise.
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Next to a family of 5 there was not really anyone near to take a photo of. But I saw another person doing his monday evening exercise, running towards me. I wondered whether he'd stop if I would address him or if he would not want to break his exercise. When he came close I asked him if I could make a request. He slowed down but did not stop and I hesitated to run along through the beach sand or not. He looked quite tired already and perhaps he was a bit like me, grabbing every excuse to break rules that I have set for myself just to catch a breath or two, which I'd think I'd deserve for any reason I'd instantly make up.
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He almost immediately approved having his picture taken. By saying he'd intend to fix his appearance but not doing anything about it, he understood that the fact that he looked tired while exercising might just be the point of this particular portrait. I took a shot of him from his head to somewhere around his knees while I asked him to look into the lens. I always like waiting to take the photo right after the subject looks back at me after rolling the eyes away because I wait that long. Things went so quickly that I am not sure if I perhaps overexposed the photograph. The yellow, sun lit background was quite bright so I used flash to fill in the light but luckily I am shooting at film which has quite some latency. Also because it all went quite smoothely, I hardly had the chance to ask about the man. I think he was aged somewhere between my own age and 40. I realised this when I noticed I kept switching between the formal and informal version of 'you', which is a clear destinction in Dutch, while addressing him.
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Nevertheless I learned some things about him. He did not live here (which I think is great because I was afraid I'd run into locals all of the time) but he came from Holten. He was relieved that he did not have to explain to me where it was (like always - which I can very well imagine), since it is close by where I come from. As a teenager I drove past that place every day in a small, freezing in winter and reeking of diesel in the hot summer stopping train, while going to school in Zwolle. He works in Haarlem as an IT specialist at Alliander (which has a site with photos of horribly deformed people since the photographer just loves his wide angle lens), one day a week. Having to regularly stay overnight on this side of the country actually made him start running along the shore for exercise. I can imagine that you'd rather spend time doing that than sitting in the hotel lobby every week.
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When I handed him my MOO card so that he could give me his address later on, he started to panic. He held his phone and the MOO card in his right hand while nervously fumbling in his backpocket with his left. He lost his car keys. His face was in frustration mode now, because he said that it was typical for this day. Luckily he did find the car key a few seconds later. He said he would not have been surprised if he had actually lost it because his car broke down earlier, because of a flat battery. On top of that, while trying to jump-start it with jumper cables, one of the cables caught fire and went up in smoke. The key he thought he'd lost belonged to his partner's car and losing it on this side of the country now would have been very annoying.
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The conversation got on for a bit after all and I am happy I found out a bit about him. He had caught his breath and wanted to continue since it was not too warm and he was getting cold of standing still. I thanked him and we shook hands and he ran off.











Day 275/365 - Beach Nut




Day 275/365 - Beach Nut





This shot wasn't taken anywhere remotely near a beach, unfortunately. It was taken alongside the Mt. Vernon Trail near Reagan National Airport across the river from Washington, DC. I've got a serious case of beach jones at the moment. I haven't been to the beach since I went to San Diego last summer, and I'm jonesing hardcore for sand, sun, and surf.

I've been browsing the web, skimming magazines, and asking friends for recommendations, but I still haven't found my sure thing yet. Key West, Sanibel Island, Bermuda, Barbados, and even possibly Cape Verde are all still on the table. The last one is a dark horse candidate at the moment, however, given that ideally I want to go somewhere within a couple hours flying time.

I don't want to go to a big city or party beach and I don't want to stay at a plush resort or trendy hotel. I just want to find myself a bungalow/cottage at a mellow, laid back beach and not do much of anything. Basically I want to spend 3-4 days living inside a Corona beer commercial. I want there to be a small, cozy town nearby so I can go get a drink or something to eat if I feel like it and some walking/biking paths to explore.

I want to lay in a hammock, sit in a beach chair, stare at the tide, soak up the sun, read, and listen to music. That's my alchemical formula. I don't figure on going until the middle of next month, so I've still got some time to figure things out. Hurricane season could certainly complicate matters, though.

Sigh...

(July 10, 2009)









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