This picture is not so much about a good image as it is about the Elephant.
My Granny had windows lined with little chachkas and knickknacks and some additional bric-a-brac. When I was about 9 she reached up and got this elephant down, it had only one tusk and had been slightly singed in a fire, and handed it to me. She said it was to help me remember her by. She said it was made out of the hardest wood in the world but she could not remember how she came by it.
When I moved into the same house years later it was one of the first times I unpacked. The window it sat in was gone because the front porch had been enclosed, so it sits on my dresser now, with other treasures.