We drove 120 miles round trip today to pick up a fruitcake for my father-in-law.  Got to see how they make these 'cakes' at the famous Collin Street Bakery in Corsicana, TX.  That was pretty cool.  The taste?  Not so much. Who eats these things?  No, sersiously.  Who eats these things?  [Garry - if you're reading this - this is one instance where I'm glad the proverbial apple fell far from the fruit cake tree] Kylie semi-bribed me into going on this mini-roadtrip by telling me I could bring my camera.  Ironically, after just finishing up the fall/holiday phtography season, picking up my camera wasn't near the top of my list.  I did find this old, abandoned house off the highway, though, that I thought might make some interesting images.  So we stopped by and while Kylie went through her weekly coupon regiment in the car (which, btw, led to a 51% savings at the grocery store later in the day), I jumped out and flirted with chiggers and field mice to capture these images.  As I'm writing this, Kylie is telling me to tell the internet that she was the one who pointed out the piano sitting in the tall grass.  Sooo, on the count of three everyone say it with me... Thank you, Kylie, for pointing out the piano sitting in the tall grass.  For the record, I kinda think I maybe just mighta noticed it, too, (it's the dark object by the tree on the far right in the image below), but if this gets me an extra present under the tree, I'm happy to do it.