My first science book as a child was called "I Wonder Why".
Thank you, Belita for this wondrous theme.
I wonder about this lady holding a torch in a tiny town south of me. I'm not even sure of the correct name for this architectural feature. The building is neglected and she seems to have seen better days. She was always a welcome sight as she marked the halfway point between my parents' house and home.
I wonder what this young woman is looking at.
I wonder why I try to get to Florida each winter. Then, again, I don't wonder too much.