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A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
13 comments:
Beautiful!
Absolutely!
Oh, yes! That's a beauty of a photo.
nice
I used to woory that my guitar playing was not good enough, but i've learned not to fret about it
Derek Klapton
Oh absolutely!! What a lovely truth and lovely photo.
Let me be friendly on this Monday and say, it's art of a different cagegory (I grew up in Europe, and was one of two in the whole high school who loved classical music instead of the Beattles and the Rolling Stones - just to give you a hint where I am coming from).
This reminds me of my Uncle Henry who played the violin and trumpet...I always envied his talent. I can not read music... but, I can carry a tune! :) Lovely pic!
I have one! I only took 2 years of lessons, but it's so lovely and evocative that I've kept it all these years.
Indeed they ARE!
And I see a dear spiral too.
Russians consider their great church bells to be aural icons!
Aloha, Carmi
Mais oui!
ditto all the above.
Carmi, I liked your "Tickle the Ivories" but this has a warmth that I prefer over the other it is very very good!
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