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Porch Piano
I took piano lessons when I was a kid. I hated it, and have almost nothing but bad memories of the ordeal. Recitals gave me great anxiety, but the weekly music theory classes were even worse. And practicing? Uh, no. (Read this, if you want to know more.)
So I can completely understand banishing the piano to the front porch, to eternal punishment.
Terry County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
Satellite dishes and the porch piano
It’s not unusual to see left-behind satellite dishes on abandoned farmhouses. Porch pianos, though, are a rare find.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
What lies beneath
At some point, someone decided that some rough stucco would be a better exterior for the house than the original narrow wood siding. It’s sort of like a heavy overcoat on top of a fancy dress.
Terry County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
Scratch
Rural life on the High Plains is rough. And sometimes scratchy.
Terry County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
(not a) hill
If you can, please forgive my visual pun of lining the Hills’ headstone on the horizon that way. The flat, non-hilly horizon. Sometimes I can’t help myself, although I maybe should try a little harder. I don’t know. I have no perspective in the matter.
Terry County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
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