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Time to take a drive and look around to look for things abandonded and beautiful. I'm not quite sure what to make of the drainage system at this place.

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  1. It is strange. It does not seem delapidated. Just a building made from old materials. Is that a Rheem system they have the guttering sort of slanting down to? Wierd ...

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  2. Interesting - that's what we do here, too. Collecting the rain water from the gutters in barrels and use this water mostly for watering garden plants.

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  3. Oh, now I'm envious. I really, really wanted to make a rainwater retention system for our house in St. Louis. But then we moved and that dream was left behind.

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  4. It's not rainwater harvesting that is unusual ... every rural property would do this for the drinking water in their home. What I don't get is the collection tank (which looks like an old hot water system) or the tin can type funnel at the top.

    Not sure about it being a house either Julie but there looked like a backyard dunny nearby which could make it a house. However, there were the remains of an old dwelling (brick chimney) nearby also so it could have been the shed.

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