This morning I took a photo of this beauty of a banjo head; the banjo was my Grandpa Glen’s. I was quite young when he died suddenly from a heart attack, so my memories of him are not robust. But my strongest memories are of his striped overalls and his banjo. I was initially going to add a sepia coloring to the photo or otherwise give it an old-timey sort of feel. But…the banjo head is just so beautiful, I decided to leave it be.