Zen Monday: #215

Zen Monday returns!

Zen Monday is the day when you tell us what the photo's about, rather than me telling you. For newcomers: the idea is loosely (very loosely) based on the Zen practice of teaching and learning through action and example, rather than through didactic lectures.

So basically, you already know what this photo's about. Just say what comes to mind.

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Here's the latest on the Camelot Where You Are photo contest:

The winner of last week's round is Katie, with #15, House of Shields!
(You are a bunch of lushes, aren't you?)

Congratulations, Katie! Thank you all so much for entering. Every photo last week was imaginative, beautiful and spectacular.

The contest returns tomorrow, with four entries this week. The rate of receipt of entries is diminishing so we might take next week off. According to the contest rules, I'm accepting entries until the date of publication. So far the rules are working, so I'm sticking to them.

I still don't have a definite publication date, so the contest continues!

Boz's Feet

Boz has the prettiest toes. As he ages his fur has turned white but you can see the golden brown color they were when he was younger. Look at those black claws/toenails! I am enamored of Boz's feet.

Boz doesn't particularly care about my feet. Shoes, however--shoes he does take an interest in. If I'm wearing my slippers, he knows I'm staying home. He can relax. No change is on the wind.

But if I put on a pair of shoes, he needs to know which ones and why. If they're my good shoes, are we going to Hollywood and does he get to go? If they're the walking shoes that smell like mud and weeds, I'd better put them on last unless I want him to follow me around the house until I've collected the camera, water bottle, sun visor and leash because he knows those shoes mean fun and he expects to get some.

Boz has shoes. He once injured his foot and had to wear a bandage while it healed. He could still walk, and we wanted to get him a shoe to keep his bandage clean. The only thing we found in his size were little doggy cowboy boots, and the store sold them exclusively in sets of four. We only have a couple of pictures.

Something was bugging his ear.

He didn't much mind the shoe. (We still have three clean ones.)

Pick One

It sure feels like summer's over. It is over, I guess, with kids back in school. Summer stays late in southern California, but here it is October and I'm lamenting its departure. I'm a glutton that way.

It's been nice, though, to feel the fall chill. Why is fall so nostalgic? I think the word "nostalgic" was invented to describe autumn. My reaction to cloudy skies is to relate them to similar skies of days gone by. When early darkness comes, I remember earlier days that ended too soon.

But I'm being over-dramatic. We have one more day of rain, then tomorrow it'll be sunny again and the weekend will be hot. Maybe I should have saved this picture for Saturday. Or maybe then I'll post gloomy skies and moan that the rain ended too soon.

Do you have a favorite season? Mine's summer. But I do like rain.