One of the favorite photos I have taken recently is this piano that sits in the tack room of the Big Red Barn in Rolling Fork. I have photographed it many times before, but keep going back to it whenever I am in the area. I would love to know who the original owner was. Wouldn't it be something to trace the history of this piano? I wonder how many people have pounded away on its keys in its lifetime? Kind of sad that its final days are to be spent in a darkened room gathering dust. And all the while the keys of the piano are beckoning, "Tickle me...."
One of the favorite photos I have taken recently is this piano that sits in the tack room of the Big Red Barn in Rolling Fork. I have photographed it many times before, but keep going back to it whenever I am in the area. I would love to know who the original owner was. Wouldn't it be something to trace the history of this piano? I wonder how many people have pounded away on its keys in its lifetime? Kind of sad that its final days are to be spent in a darkened room gathering dust. And all the while the keys of the piano are beckoning, "Tickle me...."
Beyond the snaggled keys long untouched, the bright eyes of the mis-arranged hammers crowding forward into the light and peeping out hopefully into that eternal dusty room---those tell a story of their own.
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