166/365. 15 June 2010
Meet the flute. It was "given" to me when I was in high school, oh so many years ago. I haven't played it for years, and come to think about it, the only thing I think I remember how to play is Paul Simon's you can call me Al, and I'm not even talking about the solo bit, more like the brass section bit.
The other thing is I don't know how this moved from Perth to Melbourne with me. I don't remember ever taking it out of the old music room, much less putting it in my bag and lugging to Melbourne, not that it's heavy or cumbersome.
Anyway, this is what I shoot when I'm up at an ungodly hour watching football.
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