We stumbled upon this statue towards the end of our visit to the British Museum. Immediately I thought to myself "this would be perfect for my photo-challenge assignment of love!" I don't know if it is a man and his wife, or a mother and her daughter, but either way, I thought it was neat that they were holding hands. It's not something I've seen a lot of in other statues, if I've even seen it at all. 

I must now also announce some very tragic news. After laboring diligently alongside myself in the pursuit of higher creativity for three blessedly artistic years, Edward, my trusty camera, has broken.

Yes, I teared up at one point.

I have looked up the problem on the internet (oh blessed, blessed internet. What would the world do without your vast bank of knowledge?) and am hopeful that a cure is possible.

But seriously. I still want to cry. And wanted to cry when we went on the London Eye and all I had was my mom's point and shoots. Don't get me wrong! Point and shoots have their place in the world.

Just not as your standing at the perfect vantage point with the sun set and beautiful lighting creating the most magnificent view of the British Parliament and Big Ben you've ever seen. Excuse me while I go find a quiet corner to be lonesomely depressed in.