I couldn’t decide which way to tilt my head…………….
Up – tilt your head up!
Did you ever notice how large his hands were? I did … or at least that’s what I said to others.
I think you were perfect. looks like you are zone A on the kneecap.
I feel like I should say something witty or clever but everything I thought of could be misconstrued as something naughty. So I’m just gonna ask why you were so far away
Yeah, that would be a hard one! LOL
Hugs from Ecuador,
Probably because she wanted to see the entire statue. When you walk into that room, it’s best to take it in from a few angles, then get closer
…and hope it doesn’t fall on you. To wit:
I sure do love your dedication.
For some reason the term “hard as a rock” comes to mind.
I’m undecided on how large the feet are….
Wish I was there:)
And Mussorgsky cringed…
I’m with Pamela – why so far? Although the shot was framed beautifully as it was!
You were a respectful distance. Trajectory is more discreet from a distance!
I’d love to hide there, then creep out at night and dress him with a blonde wig, mini skirt and sequinned boob tube.
Following on from Multifarious Meanderings comment, he seems to have put the wig on already and, from his attitude, was having a last look in the mirror, shaking his nail varnish dry, before slipping into something tight.
Classic pic and caption!
I titled mine to the right…
Haha Andra! Even from behind you the indecision is clear!
Nice calf muscles Andra!
Clearly what they say about the size of the hands is not true : )
I just laughed out loud at Starbucks. Thanks, John
Your rear is better than his…
I have stood where you were standing…and in probably every other conceivable spot around David. You know how there are some things that never live up to your expectations. Yeah well, that statue is not one of them.! It is even more spectacular in person than any book, movie, or picture can do justice.! Lucky girl
you know you tiled your head to the right…Bobina would have.
I almost got kicked out of this museum. They tried. They yelled and yelled and pointed to the door. Two different women chewed me out in Italian, in front of a crowd of onlookers. I just pretended not to understand what they were saying (I don’t speak Italian, but they were pretty clear in the fact that they wanted me to leave). Eventually they gave up. Oh, and it had nothing to do with tilting my head… Ahhh…good times. :/
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