Grandpa's Fiddle

My Grandpa played the fiddle. In his younger days he rivaled Charlie Daniels. He had an invitation at age 19 to play at the Opry House but turned the offer down because he didn't want to leave home. I loved to hear my Grandpa play. I have memories as a child of he and family and friends getting together with instruments and playing music for hours. I also remember falling asleep one afternoon as I laid on the living room floor listening to him on the fiddle and my Mom on the piano.

After he passed away my Grandmother went through some of his old things and gave them to the various kids and grandkids. She gave me one of his old fiddles. It's not in the best shape of its life but it is beautiful. The wear that this instrument shows is what makes it so beautiful. So I've been wanting to photograph it for a while but having two small children I hesitated, God forbid something might happen. So I finally got it out a few weeks ago and got up close and personal, documenting the beautiful lines and detail work of this piece. This is my favorite shot of it. I think I will eventually get it enlarged and hang it on my wall. I just envision it looking so beautiful there.