Found art in the Keys

The road to the Upper Keys is paved with the blaze of poincianas. So far we have passed their painted red tops, pressed against the Turnpike's seam, along with nurseries and palm farms, houses shaped like barracks, canals and lakes, and the right-veering loop into Florida City. My sweetheart and I are on our way to Key Largo, Tavernier and Islamorada, three cayos, the Spanish word for "little islands," dividing the bay from the straights. We will not be doing what I've dubbed "fishy" things — snorkeling, diving, casting lines for snapper and grouper. We are looking for art.

BY EMMA TRELLES

September 23, 2007