Zen Monday is the day you experience the photo and give us your thoughts rather than me telling you what the photo's about.
As I post each new Zen photo, I'll add a label to last week's to identify it if necessary (and if I know what it is).
Update 4/13/09: This was taken in an office building on Colorado Blvd. in Eagle Rock.
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I have always felt that most people are placed into boxes and they never come out of it.
In this case though, this guy has managed to avoid all labelled boxes and is walking towards the box he made for himself.
Mad...I know. But it is your faut for putting these amazing photos in front of me and asking me to tell you what you think! lol
I'm expecting Scoobydoo and team bursting out of those doors.
I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids!
Damn. I left my shoe phone behind. Now I have to go all the way back again.
Sheldon could have SWORN the cheese was around this corner...
This is a picture of a dream I used to have. There would be a long hallway with many doors. Which to choose? It was a dream filled with anxiety and uncertainty.
It's all a matter of perspective.
Is that Gene Wilder? Are we on the freaky tour of the Chocolate Factory? I do hope there's a chocolate river behind one of those doors.
The last man standing.
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I just *know* there *must* be someone else *still* working here...I thiiiiiiiink.
I've had this dream too. It never ends well.
Very boring, or very ominous. This rarely is good.
Provoked a flashblack to my day job years, when the quiet closing of the office door behind me resonates with the force of a prison cell slamming shut. The hallway seems to accordion, like in a sweaty nightmare. That's my boss standing at the end of the hall, gloating as he anticipates assigning me the project from hell. Excuse me while I have a panic attack.
Olly Olly Oxen Free!
David Lynch enjoys a moment of meditation.
Dang it, this is the third floor, my Doctor is on the second....Back to the elevator....This is what happens when I go to Glendale.......
Shell Sherree: my thoughts exactly. Kept looking for a phone booth at the end.
I saw a long white tunnel with someone waiting for me at the end...
Go toward the light … toward the light … That's right, keep going. Now take the first right. MEN'S ROOM.
When I was studying German in high school, we read a little piece by Kafka titled "Vor dem Gesetz," which means "before the law." I was very confused at first because he was clearly describing a large grey building with no windows and only one locked door, but the word "Gesetz" had no translation other than "law." I was so focussed on the literal translation that I missed the figurative nature entirely.
I think the opposite is happening here in reverse. Sometimes a hallways is just a hallway.
The walls are closing in...there is no way out....
Ok, she told me 7:30, knock twice on the orange door and say, "It's your love machine."
REDDD RUMMMM REDDDD RUMMMM ;)
{Clifford: great minds and all that ...}
I have to tell you guys, this picture freaked me out a little. Sort of in the way it freaked out Dianne E., and sort of like what annebanan and Margaret said. Then again, I kind of like the picture, and I think David Lynch would, too. Which maybe isn't a good thing. So I was glad to hear words like "Scoobydoo," "Men's Room" and "Love Machine" associated with it, not to mention cheese and chocolate. I'm all better now.
You are now leaving the world as you know it and entering...
the twilight zone...
"Looking in the barbershop mirror."
When I look down hallways like this, I wonder how far someone could throw a baseball down it. Since the ball can't get much elevation, it probably can't go too far. You could do better by throwing it sidearm, but still, the ceiling would keep the distance down.
Mister Earl, you're not supposed to throw balls in the house. That's what my Momma told me.
And is Kelly's comment from THE SHINING? Shudder!!!!
Kelly's and Lynn's, too, Virginia. Yikes! John pointed that out to me. I've never seen the movie. Too chicken. I have, however, seen the Twilight Zone, Ms. M!
Throwing a ball down the hall. I admire your cheek, Mr. Earl. What's the Barbershop mirror deal?
Petrea: The barber shop mirror deal is maybe something that men know but women maybe not. In barber shops there used to be mirrors in front of you and behind you. This set up a thing where you were looking down an endless line of mirrors going on to infinity... kind of like a long hallway with no sign of the end in sight.
Here's a link with a photo showing the barber shop mirror phenomenon:
http://scientificsonline.com/product.asp?pn=3106500&bhcd2=1239152163
Thanks Mr. Earl. I think everyone knows about the endless mirror thing. I've never heard it called the "barbershop mirror phenomenon." I wonder if there's a universal term for it?
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