Something called 90=degree elbows - that cleared up all your questions, didn't it. (It's pipe pieces for a fire sprinkler system at building that's under construction. I had to ask what they were. I liked them because they were red. I also enjoy things that are shiny. Or that sparkle.)
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
I give up, what the hell is it? Empty light canisters?
ReplyDeleteSomething called 90=degree elbows - that cleared up all your questions, didn't it. (It's pipe pieces for a fire sprinkler system at building that's under construction. I had to ask what they were. I liked them because they were red. I also enjoy things that are shiny. Or that sparkle.)
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