Pic of the Day: Strolling Miss Daisy

July 30, 2015 / ludlumdrive / Leave a comment

I found her last Sunday on my way to church, around the neighborhood, three streets over. She seemed to know where she was heading but all points bulletin signaled a lost pet or possibly a confused native to the lake that surrounds us. She did not strike me as bothered by the inquisitive strangers. She just wanted to walk, hurriedly, at a snail pace rush. Caring she didn’t, marching she was unpretentiously.

Don’t know where she was going or coming from but she was strolling ahead, full throttle, zigzagging, quivering only to the onlookers while disregarding our prying eyes with amusement. I am sure she would have stepped over us if need be but instead, we let her majesty go by while still stalking her.

I took enough pictures to remember her by and left Miss Daisy, I just gave her a name, with the ladies. I hope she found home wherever it is. – The End –

Taken Last Night Just Outside of My Door

July 23, 2015 / ludlumdrive / Leave a comment

The sunset just as the sunrise tickles me. I find it pure, dramatic, mystical and artistic. As the sun begins to sail, it let’s my mind wonder, calling out the morning light, embracing the singing colors on the horizon, the sweet taste of blackberries. It let’s my mind be creative as I sketch the picture perfect moon. Listening to the song of the crickets on the hills, I relish; dancing to the sound of the wind blowing, I close my eyes and let down my hair inhaling the air, daydreaming, I fantasy. I fantasy with here and there, now and tomorrow, what will and what is, the abstruseness of the innocence. I do. I fantasy, fancying that misty smile and an exterior louder then my voice, the tired and sweaty sunsets, caressing innocent children frolicking in the night while smiling at the moon. Yes, it is summer after all when the sunset is charming and the moon is a spitting distance away.

Pic of the Day: Docas, Lisbon

July 14, 2015August 1, 2015 / ludlumdrive / Leave a comment

Traveling to Lisbon, Portugal? Don’t forget to stop by the Docas, Docks in English, for some fun and entertainment. It is an area of former warehouses overlooking a yachting marina below the 25 de Abril Bridge that has been metamorphosed into fashionable bars, restaurants, and clubs for all tastes and likes.

Just an FYI, we love to eat late. We start the night with long dinners and bar-hopping because that’s just how we roll and only hit the clubs, live band, fados clubs, until after 1:00 AM when crazy begins. The price of admissions is usually between 10 to 20 euros but in some clubs, you just have to pay for your consumption.