This is another one of my favorite pictures. I'm not sure what her name will be, but she's a goddess (Roman, perhaps?) staring at you with her liquid eyes as the wind blows softly by. With just a blink of her eyes or a too-strong breath, she could disapear for eternity. Her face holds you in spell-binding captivity and you can all but feel . . . something . . . loneliness, perhaps.