I've always had a thing for busts. I'm sure there is a clever joke in all this, but I'm actually being quite serious. Hundreds of years ago, these men and women were once significant enough to have had a bust carved of stone and presented in their honor. And yet...and yet...we no longer know their story. With each one I pass, I am silently curious: "What was your story? Did you live with integrity? Were you good to your children and spouse? How did you like your eggs?" After walking past over a hundred or so busts in the palace that triggered my intrigue, but not my photo-taking action, I decided to start snapping photos of all my favorites going forward.
This guy is devilishly handsome - I need to know more!
I am completely intriqued again, but for all the wrong reasons.
Potentially handsome.
Unfortunate hair.
A likeable chap.
Reminds me of my dad in the '70's.
Curls,
curls,
curls!
I'll let the collar speak for itself.
Meet three of my all-time favorite people: Mr. Noodle, Miss Frijoles and The 8 year old.
