WPC: Buddies and friends

In the last few months these were my friends.

Thank you all, bloggers and other onliners, for adding humanity to my daily existence. As you can see, I sorely need it. Even though Bestia performs a variety of roles, as you will see.

My chill-out friend.

Our neighbour is our Buddy whether we want it or not, since it’s his name.

Another neighbour, untrustworthy, if you ask Bestia.

Luigino, our donkey friend.

My horse friends.

And their new bundle. He only gets crazy when I’m without my camera.

My ice-cream sharing friend.

My friend walking my sister in Siena.

Walking my mom somewhere in Maremma.

Walking my father in Talamone.

Stepping on me because the concrete was hot, in Tuscania. Photo: BM

Sometimes my amore friend comes off the wall too. The photo within the photo by BM. Poem by me for his 50th a while ago.

My sunset-gazing friend.

Photo: © signature mmm (except the one of me and my friend)

There is another kind of friends which one has to approach with caution, namely false friends. Some hilarity ensues (sis found it online, no credit). As if you weren’t wary of all those Slavic languages enough. 😀

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Friend