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