Here is another one. This one I found in Elora with my wife. She was waiting in the car and I saw it from a distance and ran over to get it. It was kind of a last minute thing. I know it's just pipes. Yellow pipes on a wall; what's the big deal?
I don't know either, but does it really matter? This picture is just like a million other ones we have all seen but it is also completely original onto itself. Wow how poetic. It's enough to make me want to hit myself in the face with a board.
I call this photo "Yellow Pipes with Wire".
Why? Because sometimes it is such a thrill to be a pretentious asshole.
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