Photo by Frances Seward (more about her on her website). Saw a photo by the artist on Twitter. Ah, the obsession of the desert dweller with water. It’s universal. Click on the image to go to Seward’s gallery page. And the last name is only one letter away from Seaward…
I love this image of the first sunflower to raise its head. I wish I could see all of them in bloom, because that has to be pretty spectacular.
This was the sunrise as I was leaving Santa Fe.
On Friday afternoon I thought the guitar sounded just a tiny bit dull and figured it was either because I hadn’t played a Negra for a long time — Negras have rosewood sides and back (dark) and produce more overtones and a slightly darker tone than Blancas, which have Cedar sides and back — or perhaps because the strings were new. So I played it Friday evening and Saturday morning and did the performance with Kaz yesterday evening.
This morning I was getting ready to practice when I noticed a piece of paper towel inside the guitar. I pulled it out, shook the guitar and saw another paper towel inside. I was able to reach it through the strings and pulled it out.
I played a chord and now the guitar sounded exactly as I remembered.
I figured the paper towels were placed inside the guitar to soak up glue drops that might fall during the repair. I messaged my friend and he replied that at least it wasn’t like leaving a scalpel inside a patient after surgery, that he thought the guitar sounded nice with the paper towels, too, and that I could keep the supplies… :-)