Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
The FTLDP staff held a big celebratory bash last night. You see it was our 400th post. To tell you the truth, it doesn't seem like anything over 380. Regardless, the staff partied well into the night and a few got down right stoned. This is a picture of those that imbibed just a little too much. Thanks for coming along on the ride. There are some interesting shots just around the next bend. See you there.
Labels: STONE WORK
Friday, August 27, 2010
This has to be the most unique car that I have ever seen. Let's see, it's not a horseless carriage and probably has more than a one horse power engine. Maybe, it belonged to a cowboy who moved to the big city. Regardless, I am in serious negotiations to replace the Yugo with fine machine.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I saw this shot from my deck the other day and immediately thought of The Doors song, RIDERS ON THE STORM.
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
A actor out alone
Riders on the storm.
The rest of the lyrics are rather strange, regardless, the title seems to fit this photo even if the words don't. Any thoughts?
Monday, August 23, 2010
Think Romeo and Juliet the first time they laid eyes on one another;lightning bolts, a heavenly choir, magic. That is what it was like for this young couple. When it's right, it's right. The stars aligned and it happened. Harmony in the universe, they have found one another. Life is good!
Friday, August 13, 2010
This is one of those things you just kind of trip upon. This little cart with beautifully cared for flowers sits in a wooded overgrown area. It is on someone's property, but can't be seen by them. It is there for the occasional passerby who just happens to be looking in that direction;like me and now you.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I look at this and I see TOM SAWYER. What better thing for a kid to do on a hot summer day. That was a time, long, long ago. Makes me wonder what old Mark (Sam) might say if he were alive today. The world has changed a lot, but some things have been lost in all that change. I was thinking about that the other day while I was fishing down on the pond. It was hot that day.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
On first glance, this appears to be a new addition to our MAILBOX SERIES. Well, it is that and something more! You can't see from this photo, but, there was a little bit of smoke coming from the tiny chimney. I went around back to investigate and, low and behold. I found the Keebler Elf Bakery. Our friends across the pond are probable not familiar with the Keebler Elves and it may be hard to explain. You may click here to get a better understanding. If not, a nice addition to our MAILBOX SERIES it is.
Friday, August 6, 2010
I came across these flowers the other day. I have no idea what they are. The had no perceptible scent to me. So I asked my friend if he good check it out since his sense of smell is much better than mine. He hopped right in and said, "Yep, they smell great. I guess it's all a matter of Beeing There." Wise acre! I still don't know what the are.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
I was out taking a leisurely drive yesterday, playing some tunes on the 8-track in the Yugo, and just enjoying life. All of a sudden a car passes me just as the light up ahead turns red. We both slam on the brakes and, fortunately, I was able to stop in time. This is a rare event in a Yugo, you understand. So, I look up and this little guy who was sitting behind the seats in the car ahead of me, rises out of nowhere;eyes as big as saucers! He seemed a bit dazed and said he felt sick. I suggested soup may help his condition. He became agitated, so I left.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tall, and tan, and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes, each one she passes goes - ahh. Ooh but I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her, yes I would give my heart gladly, but each day, when she walks to the sea she looks straight ahead, not at me.
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see, she just doesn't see, she doesn't see.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then look the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Interesting how a simple image can bring to life words not heard since sophomore English class. Thank you, Mr. Frost!