
It may be dark now, but there will be light...
There may be a few guitars this week for ABC Wednesday, but that is ok. For me, it was either make this week's post about guitars or about golfing, and I decided that music is closer to my heart than chasing the little white ball, and so I give you guitars.
The below photos are all of me plucking around on the classical guitar. I truly love the sound of a classical guitar (think of all that great "Spanish" sounding music and you will know the sound of the classical guitar. It uses nylon strings for a softer, more mellow tone than the modern accoustic guitars which use metal strings to produce a louder sound to carry in auditoriums, etc. The classical is a much more intimate instrument, and the sound is pure, sublime, and dare I say almost holy.
For more on the history of the guitar you can check out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitar
And for more on the history of the "classical" guitar in particular you can check out:


A quick shot snapped out of the car window of the Confederate cemetery that occupies two acres of the plantation grounds:
They don't allow photography inside, but it has been restored to mid-nineteenth century decor, including the furniture, wall coverings, etc. Quite interesting. More interesting, if not certainly more ghoulish, are the numerous blood stains on the hardwood floors, left by wounded and dying Confederate soldiers during the Battle of Franklin in November 1864. The house was used as a field hospital and many hundreds of soldiers were brought here inside the house and all over the outside grounds. Six Confederate generals died in the attack on Franklin, and four of them wound up here at Carnton laid out side-by-side on the back porch after the battle, including the promising young Patrick Cleburne, who was engaged to be wed in just a few more weeks. Sad story.
For more info on Carnton you can visit their website at http://www.carnton.org/