Sunday, 4 September 2011

A metaphor

This is my attempt at a metaphor. Exactly what kind I don't really know, but since it hasn't stopped raining in good old London for what seems like years, perhaps it's just a plea for a break. I've got to ride nearly one hundred miles tomorrow on my motorbike. I'd love to cruise for a change instead of cowering down behind the handlebars like some decrepit old man


  1. The painting is wonderful. I love the images of the colorful flowers centered in front and the gloomy weather behind.

  2. My daughter said she preferred the dark parts. I don't know if she's just like me and whether that's a good thing. Probably not.

  3. In the dark parts are the solitude and aloneness, the discoveries. She's pretty smart.