We sailed over Lisbon in the early morning. The sliver wings of the plane gliding like white sails through a sky that was just waking up.
The first view of dreamland. Groggy from the long flight across the ocean, the Lisbon coastline stretched out beneath the wings of the plane. Down we tipped over the south bank of the Tejo River and into the city.
My seat, perfect for capturing these ghostly images of the 25th de Abril Bridge, constructed by the same company that built San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge.
It's true. Almost there.
Golden water shimmering beneath this long red suspension which carries passengers back and forth between the north and south riverbanks.
Magic.
Red, gold, blue, white reflections of sea, sky, rooftops, atmosphere. I can't wait to inhale all of this LIGHT.
Simone de Beauvoir writes:
...a burning city whipped by the smell of the sea; the past suddenly became alive again in the novelty of its hills and promontories, its soft colors, its white sails.
I hope you don't mind me stringing you along. Dragging you over one photo, one word at a time. You will arrive slowly. It's the only way.
Great photos!!! Now I am ready to jump on a plane! Thank you!
It is and will be pure loveliness. I cannot wait.
Great to go along on your journey vicariously Look forward to future pix. Thanks for the travel accommodations links!
Clara
Welcome home! What great shots! I’d swear that’s it the
Golden Gate in San Fran if I didn’t know better! I just finished my travel journal, the spiral bound version, and am still posting photos on my blog. Relish the trip as long as you can!!!!
I hate to fly, but your description made it magical and relaxing.
This is so lovely…the blueness and mistiness of everything and then the bright yellow of the stairs..or steps. Strung along is beautiful..slowness is needed and appreciated.
String away!
i dont mind either….its like we were there with you,
I don’t mind at all!
Lovely to be strung so sweetly.
Vicarious loveliness, thank you.
xxx