In NYC recently, I found myself snapping photos of statues (and those really cool gargoyles on buildings).
I love this statue of Gandhi
Here's Mike at the NY Botanical Garden, "cracking up."
My favorite, from Union Square, perhaps because he's pointing like the statue that figures in the opening line of novel two, Secret Keepers:
The town had moved the Confederate monument from the square to the gates of Springforth Cemetery some twenty years after the war of Northern Aggression, and General Robert E. Lee--who stood atop the mossy marble with a scowl--had never quite recovered. The general was listing, slowly sinking in the boggy soil, his finger pointing no longer at the ghostly Union brigade ahead, but just down and to the left, toward the new Ideal Laundry Factory, as if to demand extra starch.