One day, a couple summers ago, a friend and I were adventuring around the river that runs through Peterborough called the Ottonabee, and we noticed a crane flying around, so we were kind of chasing it around, and I was trying to get photos of it. I eventually succeeded...after quite a struggle. It was a decent photo, but I'm not overly sentimental about it... generally all the wildlife photos I've gotten don't give me much of a rise for some reason. Anyway, while we were in the area, I noticed this old bike just sitting in the water rusting away, and it intrigued me. It looked like some little girls bike, and kind of made me think about how it got there...and whether or not the little girls angry father threw her bike over the edge of the bridge or something. It was right in the middle of the water...
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