Yesterday Laney and I hung out with an instrument maker at his shop. Hanging off the walls were open corpses of violin and guitar bodies. The room smelled of wood and sealant.
In the middle of the floor laid a harp he was working on. The carved wood swirled around the harps frame. In between the bodies of unfinished stringed instruments lay hand made marionettes.
Once and awhile you find yourself in spaces that resemble your childhood imaginations. This was my fort.
I played a lute for the first time and Laney played a 75 year old accordion.
Before we left I drifted back into the work studio and ran my fingers down the line of carving tools.
I'll never wash this hand again.