This picture reminds me a lot of the sweet melancholy Autumn when I took it; reflects so much of the beauty I soaked up during that time and didn't have the words to convey. It has the look of a memory to it, golden and old and almost tangible but not quite.
It also makes me want to slog away at the piano again. But if one cannot bring oneself to do that, then it's a great photograph subject.
I have more imagination now than I did at the time, and I see now that a different angle or view of the piano, not so straight and severe, may have done better. Still, it makes me happy (or rather sad, which with photography can be as important) to look at it, and that has to count for something.
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