Zen Monday is the day you experience the photo and give us your thoughts rather than me telling you what the photo's about.
There's no right or wrong. If the photo evokes something in you, that's all it is.
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).
Josh resolved to skip the three-bean salad, so Mom would drive him home, too.
ReplyDelete"Every day I sit here trying to catch her eye, but it's like I'm invisible. Gosh, she's pretty. Look this way. Look ..." Sigh.
ReplyDeleteSittin' on the dock o' the bay...
ReplyDeleteOh course, Matt has his own wheels, that gorbellied, boil-brained coxcomb.
ReplyDeleteAgggh. Commenting on Zen Monday is always too stressful for me. But I like Shell's comment.
ReplyDeleteMom's late again . . . as usual.
ReplyDeleteI'll arise in a moment to pick up that piece of paper some jerk tossed on the lawn,
ReplyDeleteJosh believed in starting early for good Rose Bowl parade seats.
ReplyDeleteI totally can't BELIEVE mom took away my Game Boy and iPod. What am I supposed to do, sit here and, like, daydream?
ReplyDeleteYour blog is amazing. It opens my eyes to so many things I never noticed of my own city.
ReplyDeleteBus Stop, dry day, he's there, I say, I don't need umbrellas...
ReplyDeleteStrangers have the best candy.
ReplyDeleteIf wishes were horses, beggars would ride....
ReplyDeleteLaurie made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteMerci, all. I especially like the musical references today. Cliff, I hope this boy doesn't feel that lost and sad. But what a song. And Christie, I never would have thought you were old enough to know that one!
ReplyDeletedrummerhc, thank you for the kind words.
Ted, I...
It's Tuesday. Where are you, Petrea?
ReplyDeleteThanks for asking, Margaret. Don't know why it didn't post but it's up now.
ReplyDelete{Thank you, Margaret, I'm chuffed!}
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