"A face only a mother could love."

That's what my mother would often say to me, as I screwed up my face at something I didn't like. "You've got a face only a mother could love."

So with this picture: only the taker could find it wonderful. And I do. It reminds me of a lovely rainy day trip through some northern Italian hills and valleys in a bus in spring 2014. If I remember correctly, the bus was travelling under a bridge when I took the picture.

For some reason I took the picture with my phone rather than with my camera.

Converted to b&w with a blue filter.