At last, at last, it's Zen Monday, the day you experience the photo and give us your thoughts rather than me telling you what I think the photo's about.
I look for a photo worth contemplating or, failing that, something odd or silly. And unless I absolutely must say something I stay out of the comments box to avoid influencing the discussion.
Let your imagination dictate. There's no right or wrong. We're here to have fun until we just can't take it anymore.
31 comments:
I see a person who is worship the new porch of the garge. It seems to me a little bit unusual, but everyone must go to heaven his own way...
Feeling green around the gills.
Crawling under the garage door when I've locked myself out is such a pain.
Oh, we go to the bright yellow church down the street.
A man's driveway is his castle.
Mr. Earl's comment about the yellow church made me laugh.
Fixing the invisible car.
Sunbaked on a garage creeper.
DAYo.
"Buy! Buy!," says the sign in the shop window. "Why? Why?," says the junk in the yard.
Myra was such a ho, she would stop at nothing to drum up a little business.
There's absolutely no way I can follow Virg.
Unemployed actor, Harry Schmutz, having just found work as a cement finisher, lies down in his driveway, seeking to understand the motivation of the concrete.
I suppose a patch of sun is a patch of sun but I'd have used a sunbed rather than bare concrete.
Yikes, am I tired. Can't take another step.
Overwhelmed...ennui...need...to be...spatulated.
It's shady and NOT 104 degrees outside and it's August. Find a space, feel the ground and just be glad.
The house really blends in with the neighborhood, so just look for the M in the driveway...
Hiker can't top ME? I"m blushing and patting myself on the back!!!HEEEEEEEE
And I want it duly noted that this was the FIRST and probably last time I'll have anything to add to Zen Monday......ever.
Barb always told Bob that drinking beer while working on the car could only lead to bad things...this shot proves it---can you hear Bob now---"I need a 9/16ths wrench...zzzzzzz...holy sh~! where'd the car go?!?!"
Auto-eroticism.
Whoever he is, I hope his Internet connection's down.
Whoever he is, I hope his Internet connection's down.
#@*%!! I hate AT&T! Or maybe it's this browser.
Earl,
Vat dee hell eezz "auto eroticism"?
je ne comprend pas!
( Am I automatically eroticized" Sounds like a winner.)
V
This is one of those where I've checked in during the day then gone about my business repeating your jokes to myself and laughing out loud in public. People think I'm nuts, but that's nothing new.
There are so many good ones today.
Virginia, I should think topping the Altadena Hiker would give you motivation to try again, now that we know you've got it in you.
These comments are great -- the green reminds me of that green mint ice cream. As for the "lounger" maybe he's meditating on the design (or cracks) on the ceiling, or perhaps his back went out and he's stuck there until his wife gets home.
I guess that's why the Christmas lights are still up.
Wow, Greg … late to the party, but you brought a treat.
George didn't realize that painting his house puke green would make him so dizzy that he had to lay down.
Keep 'em coming! Zen Monday can last all week as far as I'm concerned.
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