I needed something different to shoot today. I had no idea what I was looking for, I just knew it had to be something I had not photographed before. I walked around the house a bit. Nothing stood out.
By the time I picked up my camera, the sky had clouded over and became flat gray. No golden glow this afternoon. Too cold and damp for a trek into the woods.
The dog and I sat in the living room. I searched the room for something, anything, that spoke my name.
Off in the corner standing silent stood my unexpected subject. A banjo that my husband had purchased some time ago with the intention of learning to play.
I opened the case. I felt the strings against my fingers, the smooth inlaid mother of pearl on the neck. I explored the tight round face, looking for an angle. And then, just as I was contemplating putting the banjo back in it's case, the sun broke through the window and the banjo lit up.
If the sound of a banjo could be tranlated to light, it would dance and dart in sweet reflection in long beams of softness across the bridge. And it would make me smile.
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