A few years ago when Glenn announced he was going to install rain chains on our patio cover, I immediately thought of the lovely strings of cunning, delicate, little bucket-like things I once saw hanging off the roof of a building somewhere.
As the buckets filled up with rainwater, they tipped over and the rainwater slid down the chain to the next little bucket, and on and on. It was mesmerizing.
I didn't realize Glenn really meant chains.
The "ball-and-chain" kind of chain. The sort of chain one uses to tow a vehicle or restrain a junkyard guard dog. CHAINS.
They've grown on me now. I'd still prefer those sweet little buckets, but those chains would never have given me these shots: