On Wednesdays all over the internet bloggers post a photo with no words to explain it. The idea is the photo says so much it doesn’t need a description.
Photo by Cheryl Andrews©
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On Wednesdays all over the internet bloggers post a photo with no words to explain it. The idea is the photo says so much it doesn’t need a description.
Photo by Cheryl Andrews©
Other Wordless Wednesday Contributors:
Cheryl Andrews 
14 comments
17 April 2013 at 9:44 pm
Heart To Harp
It’s a beautiful shot, Cheryl. I really like how you placed the dark wood against the soft white background of the window and its light. The wood glows with a radiance that seems to come from within.
Before giving up on the violin being playable, did the guy tell you why it can’t be played? is there some hidden crack in the body or neck that means it can’t be strung and brought up to pitch at all? You might consult with a violinist or maker who plays/makes baroque (or earlier) violins. The instrument may not sturdy enough for modern steel strings and modern A=440 pitch, but perhaps could handle the lower tension of gut strings and the lower A=415 pitch.
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18 April 2013 at 12:19 am
Cheryl
Oh Janet, I’ve been waiting to hear what you thought. The fellow who did the cleaning and repairs has a solid reputation in Toronto. He said it would never play ‘beautiful’ music again. I will look for a violinist or maker as you suggest and keep you posted. Thank you!
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17 April 2013 at 5:54 pm
Allyson Latta
Beautiful, Cheryl. I like the way, up close, we can pay attention to the gentle curve of the neck, the scrolled bit, and the various parts — the strings, the pegs . And the dark sheen of it stands out against the lighter background. It’s touching that the violin survived and has been passed down. Your photograph helps pass on its story even if it can’t be played again.
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17 April 2013 at 8:32 pm
Cheryl
Thanks, Allyson … I was fascinated with the scroll, which almost appears to be carved from a solid piece of wood. Can’t be I’m sure. Still trying to capture it properly.
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17 April 2013 at 2:28 pm
Wunderkamera
What a lovely back story. Now we have a whole set of images of a man playing a violin through his life, as well as this beautiful photo of the now silent violin.
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17 April 2013 at 3:38 pm
Cheryl
No one remembers hearing D’s grandpa play the violin, Elizabeth, yet he treasured it for some unknown sentimental reason and passed it onto D … another family mystery.
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17 April 2013 at 12:08 pm
Lucid Gypsy
Beautiful craftsmanship, I wonder how it sounds.
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17 April 2013 at 3:10 pm
Cheryl
I wish I could play the violin. The original bow could not be repaired … brand new one in the case! The craftsman who cleaned and repaired this family treasure recently rediscovered said it would never play music again. Sad don’t you think, Gilly?
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17 April 2013 at 3:20 pm
Lucid Gypsy
Very sad, surely anything can be repaired. I wish I could play any instrument or even sing but I’m a lost cause!
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17 April 2013 at 9:55 am
matilda magtree
What a beautiful way to see it. Up close, and in parts. Love the contrast against the background, which begs to filled with whatever music the viewer fancies…
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17 April 2013 at 9:59 am
Cheryl
Beautifully said, Carin, and this morning I fancy Enya’s “Ebudae”, a Native American prayer and blessing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEBvo8Y4ZIY
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17 April 2013 at 7:52 pm
matilda magtree
Oh that Enya. Lovely. Thank you for how that is now dancing round my head…
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17 April 2013 at 8:48 am
Barbara Lambert
So alert and ready to be tuned-up — what a lovely musical start to the day. Thanks!
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17 April 2013 at 9:10 am
Cheryl
Thanks, Barbara. De-cluttering has it’s rewards. D found his grandfather’s violin tucked away in its case in basement storage; had it cleaned and repaired. It will never play beautiful music again, but just looking at it, we know it did so once upon a time.
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