This guitar sits in remembrance during concerts now. It may get strummed once or twice at the very end as they pick it up to put it away, but for the most part-it sits up high with a spotlight beaming on it. Fog circling it. And a presence that the fans know well. At least the true fans, I suspect. I recognized it.
As for me, I’m still having a little trouble hearing the music. I’ve got a whole batch of concert pictures sitting in a folder. This one, the only one touched. I will not pop the cork on that bottle of “whine”. I will, however, try to not stay gone so long.
Until then, have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography