This is what I do, more or less. My camera is always on the lookout for objects of interest, be it in nature or culture. That’s why I’m suffering when nothing new comes along, even though same old means rural Tuscany.
It starts with my parents, which is how things tend to start. That day in 2016 we visited four autumn festivals in Tuscany.
A couple of Pinocchios follow and certain Etruscans. What will our civilization be known for? My guess is plastic.
The gallery ends with the sun and a cricket, a klobasa, which is Slovenian for sausage, and finally there is (a copy of) David in his entirety for Sarah, since the end of her post for this challenge cracked me up. You need to see that.