My parents' piano. It was a hand-me-down from our church before I was born. An upright. When the house is ever sold (48 years with its first owner, my dad), the piano will go with the house, as it isn't coming up those basement stairs in a playable condition.
Pipes spotted on a field trip to the water treatment plant, preparing water for human consumption.
Ripple on the stream at yesterday's bridge site.
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