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Cellos on the Floor

My orchestra performed its annual Christmas concert last night. More on that later. Here is a photo of cellos resting during one of the rehearsals. I would never set my horn on the stage floor and walk away, but I suppose cellos are large enough that no one would walk on them.

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I'm with you, but I suppose they are just too big to take to the loo?

This is a great shot Robyn, I like it a lot. You should do more photography. How about joining Daily Photo? :)
dive said…
That's a quite beautiful photo, Robyn.

I trust those folk didn't suspect you were taking a picture of their butts?
This photo is quite artistic, Robyn. The cello is a favorite of mine. There's somthing about a woman playing the cell that's very sensual.

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