The Statue

Okay, so I’m going to admit something – but you have to promise not to laugh.  Seriously.  You have no idea how much crap I get for this hobby of mine.  Here goes:

I read romance novels.

The trashier the better.  Ohhhhhh, just give me some Wild West, Old England, Old Scotland – oh dear lord – I just LOVE them…

So the other day I was with my family in downtown Fredericksburg when I passed this statue of this Native American, and just thought it was the most handsome statue I’ve seen.  Really?  You might ask, haven’t you seen those sculptures in the fine art museums?  And the answer is YES, I have seen them.  But I prefer old wood to metal, earth tones instead of whites and grays – I’m not quite sure why.  I think it has something to do with my love of antique things.

Now some people may think of the old Tales from the Crypt of the old wooden Indian statue that goes around killing people at night – and yes, I was reminded of that as well.  But as soon as I saw this I just thought – I really love it…enough to stop and take several shots of his face.

Sigh.

Enjoy!

xoxoxoxo,

Meg

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