After visiting Dakota Creek Shipyard (previous post) we walked around town, just looking. This weathered old piano sat on a street corner, silent, colorful. Couldn't resist checking it out. We passed it again an hour later, and there was a kid sitting there playing it -- and not badly at all for a young guy. Fun to see.
Wherever we go now, I tend to gravitate toward these "no dumping" warnings painted at water drainage grates along street curbs. Sometimes the little plaque on them will indicate the name of the town as well, which I consider a bonus. Alas, no mention of Anacortes on this one.
And then of course I was drawn to the wonky number "0" on a door. I kinda think it would be even cooler if all three numbers weren't there, just leaving the gluey remains and the attendant screw holes. I was content, however, with their apparent decision to not fix the wonkiness.
Perfection is highly overrated . . .
All photos copyright ©Carol Leigh 2019.
