5 Blocks

What I saw today... within the distance of 5 blocks.




On the first block, a lady is waiting for the bus. The flowers resting on top of the bag and the elongated shadows against the bright sun stopped me at my track.










I called this one, "Spring Time Fresh Guadalupe". On the second block, I found the juxtaposition of the religious mural and the advertisement of household products thought provoking and humorous at the same time.







Two blocks away, I found this newspaper man taking a doze in the middle of the day. He was oblivious to anyone passing by. It must have been a good dream.


Painting on the ceiling of an old theater turned into a swapmeet. Read an article in L.A. Times a few months back on how developers want to renovate it and evict the tenants .

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Burrito

Daughter

Can I Still Be My Mother's Daughter?
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Can I still be my mother's daughter?
Can we still bond together?
Is there still a chance we may succeed,
In being the friends each of us need?

I am in my mid life now;
But can I still show,
How much of a daughter I can be,
Even tho this girl she cannot see?

Can she still from Heaven's view,
See my aura's female hue?
Can we still accept each other,
As mother and wonderful daughter?

Can we bond together in our souls,
Making each one of us complete and whole?
Is it possible for though she's not here,
To bond in our souls without fear?

Can I still without fear and bother,
Be my mother's daughter?

Dog Day Afternoon