When I was nine years old, my friend Deirdre and I used to play on a farm. One day we stole the key to a secret, haunted room, which we’d been forbidden to enter.
We pushed open the creaky door and sneaked in to find a dark storeroom piled high with junk and coated with dust and cobwebs. A ray of sunlight, channelled through the cracked glass of dirty window high upon the wall, illuminated a beat-up old piano surrounded by rusty old tools and farm implements. I remember thinking, I wish I had a camera, this would make a beautiful photograph.
Decades later I stumbled across a very similar scene thousands of miles away on the other side of the world at a ranch in Oregon. I got my photo at last!
Follow
3 Responses to The Old Piano