Saw this today while walking in a wilderness park in the neighboring city of Ashland, Oregon. The paths meander their way through wild woods, traversing creeks and brooks, one of which had some wheels in place for controlling runoff water overflow in flood years.
While using yesterday's doodad for it's primary function, I rifled through a shelf I haven't touched in over a year and found this mini vase my mother bought somewhere as a souvenir before I was born. (Don't remember yesterday's doodad? It's probably just as well.) The color of the glass nudged me. More about that (and yesterday's doodad) in tomorrow's thread.
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