I found this homeless piano sitting outside in a remote corner of a small country truck stop, down at the end of a row of parked trucks. It was very deteriorated and half broken up from being out through all seasons for decades in ice, rain, and snow; through Arizona heat and Montana cold. It was the centerpiece sitting in a small junk pile of assorted debris and common trash. My guess was that it was put there on a midnight dump-and-run mission just to get rid of it, and not for music at any yee-haw trucker's parties.
Every last black key had split at the foundation and was laying there semi-scattered. The white keys had lost half their plastic covers, and everything had a layer of grit caked onto it, with small bits and chunks laying around. It was like the human race had left 100 years ago. I was very careful not to disturb any of it. I wanted every grungy detail of this abandoned piano.
It was found very much by accident one morning as I was paying for breakfast at the truck stop. Out the window behind the cashier I could see the back of an upright piano way off in the distance. Had to squint to be sure. I walked over, and sure enough, there was a piano carcass.
I returned to photograph it in detail several times in different ways, like progressing chapters in the Book of Deterioration. Once I even incorporated large plate glass mirrors that were later thrown onto the junk pile, and I also shot it after some punkers pushed it over on its back which was pretty much the last act for this musical Titanic, but I did get even more imagery out of it afterward. The remains are still there, but you could hardly recognize it as a piano nowadays.