Just outside the Bainbridge Island post office, there's an old piano for folks to play. Above are some close ups. Below is the whole piano along with the keyboard painted bench. My granddaughter's fingers discovered many ways to make music.
Sunrise this morning. At that point I wasn't sure if it was clear or cloudy. It was cloudy. After taking my son and his family to the airport for their trip home, we went for lunch at the houseboat of an old friend from Anchorage.
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