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Perfect!
Thank you!
I know he knows but what he knows I don’t know, do you know? No?
Well, knowing is one thing, but if he doesn’t say what he knows, how will I know what he knows?
Who knows? 🙂
He does. 🙂
Reblogged this on Greek Canadian Literature.
Thanks for reblogging.
He knows his nose is wooden – and is not very happy about that! Who wood believe it could happen to such a handsome dude?
Well, and if he tells a lie it might get even longer. 🙂
Now I know his name … Pinnochio!
Well, no. Pinocchio I met earlier and he wanted to turn back into a toy.
Haha … You have such interesting relationships.
Yes, I do. 🙂
Amazing, catch!
I’m happy you like it, Deepak.
I love the wood textures adding to the severity of the face.
Thank you very much.
Love it.
Thank you.
Reblogged this on Maître Renard.
Thanks again for reblogging one of my pictures.
Ha, but will he tell? Superb shot 🙂
If we’re lucky, he’ll tell us everything. 🙂
Thank you for your compliment, Madhu.