Well, they aren’t purple, but anything that can bloom in winter is beautiful.

The Gnomes that showed me to this pretty bush were the most helpful.

They opted not to be photographed, for fear the public might hunt them down and toss them into a zoo.

I respected their wishes, and bid them farewell.

Surrounded by moving walls
The Lost Souls of Azkabel
Taunted us into the darkness.

Entranced by their song
And their unceasing laughter
We forged further into madness.

Grandma # 1
VS
Grandma # 2

Currently taking bets, ladies and gentlemen.

I just know that I would not like to get in the middle of them.  Or piss them off.  Those stares are brutal.

Grandma #1

Grandma #2

He sits and waits for the funeral procession to flow by on the river of the dead as it rains.

He will not see the ships that carry the dead, but he will feel their spirits as they surrender their souls.

The above picture shows one of the good things that comes of a rainy, muggy day in Columbia. It was awfully pretty; you kinda had to be there to appreciate it. I kept waiting for some big monster to come swimming toward me, but that would have been too cool for Columbia.

THE LOOK  . . .

My spoon had misbehaved, so I had to pull it aside and give it a talking to. It promised to never do what it did EVER again. Some spoons never learn. Sigh.

This little turtle would appear to have it all, but even for turtles, the grass is always greener on the other side.

He lives in a gigantic home, has a plethora of rocks in which he can sun bathe himself, and all the food he could probably ever want, but even still, he sits and stares into the mountain of green that he’ll never be able to get to. What stands in his way? A fence. A blasted fence.

Ah, the beauty of purple. It is ever so relaxing.

I wish these flowers looked a little more alive, but by the time I got to Swan Lake, most of the Irises had lost their full bloom. They were still beautiful, though.

Truth be told, I took a picture of this flower just because it was purple. Heh.

All maniacs write in purple. They really do. But I think that because of the template I have chosen, purple ink just might clash. If it does, I’ll just change it, perhaps to a more sane color – simply for the sake of your eyes.

In the picture above, there are 6 little faeries hiding amongst the stumps. They truly are cute little buggers. See how many you can find.

– G