I tried for a while to think of a more lyrical title for this post. Painted tile is so utilitarian. It may be completely true, but it's boring, uncreative. Someone out there somewhere got creative and decided that to make their metal gate more interesting by the addition of this hand-painted tile, you'd think I could at least think of a more interesting title.
Truly I should have insisted to myself on a more lyrical title because tonight my soul is filled to the brim with music, my spirit enriched by an evening spent listening to dear friends weave wonderful harmonies (some in four parts!) in and out of the delicate chords of acoustic guitars, a mandolin, and even a dulcimer. It just doesn't get any better than an evening like this - songs ranging from traditional ballads to tearjerkers from the 60's and 70's to gospel and blues classics to newly-written lyrics and a capella vocals which practically reach out and force your mouth to smile and your body to sway with the rhythm. I am in awe of the gift these people possess, the ability to call down the sounds of the angels and share them with us. Since I am sadly unpossessed of this gift myself, I can only wish that with my camera I can one day reach out to a spot in someone else's soul that seeks the nurturing touch of art and brighten a passing moment in their own lives as music has tonight brightened mine.