I take pictures of my feet while on vacation.
I awoke at 4am to join a line and waiting until 6am before taking a bus skyward on a vertical dirt path to yet another line which entered the park, proceeding thru the gate-running and leaping up steep Incan stairs to capture a virtually deserted landscape at dawn in this shot. I wore these Keds until there were holes in the bottom.
Glass of South African Shiraz in hand, relaxing on a sunset cruise via double-decker party pontoon after a 5 hour flight from Nambia where Harvey flew the Cessna 182 across the Kalihari desert, over the Okavango Delta ultimately landing in Chobe after the runway was cleared of zebra. The boots stayed in Namibia with the air mattress.
Honeymoon. I kept the feet.
Suddenly there are more feet! in the picture Mine and Pickle's feet, just having witnessed park rangers shooting feral hounds and castrating them at the park entrance.No extra fee.