This week’s photo challenge is “Mine.” There isn’t much I consider mine. Not really.
I have possessions, but all of them can be swept away at any time.
The bank still owns this.
There are fleeting moments I wish were “mine.”
We have creatures who share our lives . . . but are they mine?
The way she orders me around, there is no way she’s “mine.”
This one lets me share “her” bed.
She turned me into a middle-aged woman with a little dog, but Miss “You have to wrestle me to the ground to clip my nails” is not mine.
My loyal boy is not “mine” either.
Fruit of my womb, and I’ll love her until the end of time, but definitely not “mine.”
Love of my Life. We said, “I do,” but we don’t own each other. We share our lives.
There is just one thing that is really and truly mine.