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Some weeks ago I mentioned the art outside my office window that was causing a rukus: the piano, the sandpit and the wailing sirens (of the heaving bosom variety, not the "WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" kind. Well I have finally got around to posting a pic!

It had something to do with Brian Wilson, apparently.
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smudgeon said…
Is that piano really tiny? Or am I looking at it wrong?

And this was going non-stop in Salamanca? Shudder.

I like the new look.
8 February 2010 at 11:32
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
kris said,"the piano, the sandpit and the wailing sirens (of the heaving bosom variety, not the "WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" kind."

Wow...Now that is unique...The brick wall in the background is very beautiful too!
The quote...so true,
so true!
Nice upgrade!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
8 February 2010 at 12:02
Roddy said…
Brian Wilson, of the Beach Boys fame. That Brian Wilson?
Which of these windows is yours? Or are you taking the photo through your window?
Have Henry and Ezra been down to play in this sandpit?
8 February 2010 at 12:48
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I call it a "Foetus Grand".

Non-stop for a month. Those speakers are just under my window.
11 February 2010 at 10:17
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, lots of layers to this building.
11 February 2010 at 10:17
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, indeed they have.
11 February 2010 at 10:17
Roddy said…
Excellent. Did they have as much fun as in the one I built them? Have they tired of that one yet?
I know that you and Jason loved your sandpit. It was also about 30 times bigger than the one Henry and Ezra got. Almost half of the backyard,do you remember?
Where have those days gone? I miss them!
11 February 2010 at 19:41
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