I have a long standing tradition of having my picture taken with wooden American Indian sculptures, sometimes referred to as “cigar-store Indians”. For some reason, in the Old West, they were always situated outside tobacco stores.
This “fetish” of mine started on my honeymoon in the late 60’s. We were in Deadwood, SD and my wife of three days took my picture hugging a cigar-store Indian Chief.
It’s been going on ever since. This one was taken in Tortilla Flats, AZ.
Thought for the Day: Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course. Lemony Snicket