It sometimes pays to take a picture of something for your memory book. I was inventorying a house for a sale, taking pictures, and I captured this fun pot, about three feet tall. I thought I might make an offer. I walked away and the next thing I knew, the owner, our client, decided to move it. You guessed it. Shattered beyond repair. And I didn't dare take an after pic. Sometimes a memory lasts longer than the original thing, at least in photographs.