Before the start of the second concert in the Swannanoa Chamber Music Festival on Monday, I took a closer look at the piano waiting on stage. The underside of the lid was highly polished and reflected the piano strings in a way not seen from the audience except in unusual lighting conditions.
A visit from Karl, who is very much into tying his own trout flies, meant a trip to the outdoor store on Tuesday. The specialty items for fishermen look somewhat familiar to a weaver.
Then of course there are plain old strings: home territory for me.