Building Stories

 Roofs-Tiles could be grey coloured  individually laid singular tiles layed down on top of one another making a pattern that has air flow breakage/water flow disturbances That create a instantaneous flow of water straight into the same coloured hidden spouting which is indistinctively hidden on the pillars around the home. They have rectangular chalky white latteral rectangles of different shapes sizes. Used to create a sense of what seems informal un uniformity. There may be a pistol like external pipe looking like it is pressurised with not much pressure. Could possibly be the hotwater cylinder outlet, overflow drilled in with two bolts of some sorts. The spouting I have found is a deep dark black chrome functioning drain free flow straight to the ground. 


Seesaw witn the keep out danger signs wrapped around it like a snaking lone riveting around the log which is about 2metres long. And around 20 Cm radius. The log looks to be like drift wood to be honest. Its split right through which means it was pick pocketed while it was still very young, not dried properly and then treated however, could possibly be a scrap peoce of timber lying around the YARD lol.

The Four very large bolts are seriously structuted underneath this seesaw that is reinforcing the 45 Cm base is made

what seems  stainless steel its chrome but still lacking the shine one would expect to see with chrome. I suspect it is stainless steel because it it very easily prone to rust/oxidation/tanning/lack of lusture/no CRC. The poles are there on either side to brace the log once the seesaw returns with its precious cargo. There is nothing to protect the bounceyness one would expect from the returning trip of precious cargo. On sight what seems to be steel pole. It looks like its really deep in the ground. About 2M gibe or take not pertruding from the ground, above ground is 10CM. In my head its a netball pole for the nets lol. The massive anchor & bolts were toghtened and fastened thoughly through the whole log. 

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