Below are photos from Christopher Watkins' time as Writer-In-Residence at the Kerouac Project of Orlando. The shots are all from the house where Jack Kerouac was living and writing when On The Road was released, and where he later wrote The Dharma Bums, and his long poem Orlanda Blues. Christopher Watkins lived and worked in this house for three months, in the Fall of 2006. For more about the Kerouac Project, please visit kerouacproject.org. And please check back in, as these photos will be regularly updated.
 
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Although the back of the house was my actual primary living space (as it had been for Kerouac), the front porch was a delightful place to read, and share company with Great Uncle Oak (in the backround)...





This is the door to the converted porch at the back of the house that was actually the apartment Kerouac shared with his mother, and where I spent most of my time...




This is my writing room, the back apartment. This shot was taken near the end of my stay, and the walls are covered with poems I worked on while in residence. They were all typed on one of the five different typewriters I had at various times during my stay...

 



Another shot of my writing room, and my messy desk. The typewriter in this shot is my 1928 Underwood...



This is me at the K House with all the members of the Kerouac Project Board, to all of whom I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude for having invited me to be Writer-In-Residence...

 




This is me with Kimberly Bucheit, one of the K House Board Members, and Michael York, well-known actor, and also a K House Board Member/Supporter...



This is my bedroom (also Kerouac's), with a new 1940s Royal that I picked up during my stay...

 




And this is a 1950s Penncrest, also a new acquisition...This shot was taken in the dining room of the main portion of the house...



This is Great Uncle Oak (that's what I called him), the amazing oak tree in the front yard of the K House. Needless to say, he features in many a poem I wrote there...

 




And here is the man himself, Jack Kerouac, in 1957, standing in front of a much younger Great Uncle Oak...


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