Zen Monday is the day you experience the photo and give us your thoughts rather than me telling you what I think the photo's about. I also stay out of the comments box for most of the day, to avoid influencing the discussion. I look for a photo worth contemplating or, failing that, at least something odd or silly.
As I post each new Zen Monday photo I add a label to last week's to identify it if necessary--if I know what it is.
23 comments:
Somebody stole the supermarket.
Humans. So strange. This baffles me.
I like the color used in this. How each color layer has a moment. Cute dogs though. Hehe.
"So, why do you suppose this...
SQUIRREL!"
Ok you watch for the shopping cart police and I'll go collect the sticks. Bark if anyone's coming!
"That's a biiiiig muzzle! Hey, I'm not gonna have to wear that thing, am I?"
LATE on their hundredth day of walking, Capt. Fuzz and Midnight reached the Borderlands, and the last vestiges of the primates.
Fuzz had just said "These monkeys were doomed from the start," and headed into the brush when Midnight shusshed him.
They froze. Silence laid their ears flat.
Then, from somewhere off the trail, a wheedling breeze brought the distinct odor of Cats …
—Chap. 3 of Dogs Without Us: The Pooch Ascendance
For some reason this photo reminded me of of the film, Brokeback Mountain.
I think I'll leave it at that.
This image has such an odd feeling to it, which makes me like it a lot. The shopping cart and the look of the dog on the right. It seems like a moment in the middle of a story.
Where is Mad Max?
"The ubiquitous shopping cart is the symbol of the early 21st century human condition."
(Canine Philosophy, chapter 12)
The untold story of the HaHaMonga, where JPL sheds its do do...
or... a typical parking lot after The Black Friday Shopping Spree, where the drum beat is Buy Buy Buy, damn the torpedos, full steam ahead to December 25
Drats! You caught us! We've hidden all the dog food from Vons in the bushes where you'll never ever find it. We're not even going to look in that direction, are we? No sirree!
The planet is fine!
It's Antonioni for dogs …
(wv: outwi)
Godot is Todog spelled backwards.
When I said "old and rusty" I meant the shopping cart, sweetheart! Honey? Honey? Don't walk away mad!
And on The Day After, the superior race - the K9 - was the sole Survivor to roam the land.
Ted, apparently you've made Sprocket's acquaintance.
I've had this one for a while. I wasn't sure what to do with it. But as many of you seem to agree, it had that sort of scenic quality, that post-apocalyptic, soap opera-esque je ne sais quoi. Becket, Antonioni, Proulx/Lee--it all works. As do dog jokes.
Thank you for making this another joyous Zen Monday!
I cornered this one, I'm SOOOO over it, it's yours now.
But wait, I'm the lookout, I didn't get first crack at it! Dang, I ALWAYS get the short end of the find!
Or:
At the Taxidermy Biennale in Cleveland, the mysterious Arturo took the Golden Needle yet again, with his mordant diorama "Black & Tan."
This was only the latest in a series of masterpieces for the reclusive mæstro di stuffo: the sensitively airbrushed backdrop; the dried stalks of Cambodian namgak; even the glint of moisture in the eye of the foreground dog—all combined to an ineffable whole, a veritable dream of wild, yet sombre caninity.
And yet, on the judges' hustings, there were whispers of a gaffe … how could an artist of Arturo's exquisite sensibility have left that unconvincing seam up the brown dog's behind?
Years on, it would be remembered as the Teddy Bear Butt controversy, and the beginning of the slide into ignominy for Arturo, who held the pinnacle of the "dry science" longer than anyone in the modern era.
It would take me all day to write something like that. He just tosses it off.
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