Flynns Magical World

I loved this....it looks as if he is crawling into the mural...Rumi (not the poet) is standing guard whilst the little guy explores his new and magical world.....and no I haven't been drinking.

It was very quiet on the river this afternoon.....the cloud covered any type of sunset and all the wild life and birds were 'obviously' elsewhere......soooooo......I had to use my emergency models.

For some reason I am feeling really tired...perhaps an early night is in order.


The truth was a mirror in the hands of God.
It fell, and broke into pieces.
Everybody took a piece of it,
and they looked at it
and thought they had the truth.

--Rumi (not the dog)