The Response: Falling for Wolfie — Cheryl When I got out one of Dennis’s guitars for a still life setup, I had no idea that I’d shoot it with leaves and trees reflected through the window, but the shot turns out to be exactly what I was looking for.
First Response: Analytical Dennis — Cheryl If I was writing a novel and wanted to make my husband, Dennis, a character in the book, he’d likely be the main one. I might name him Atticus O’Neill, with a tip of the hat to Harper Lee and Leon Uris, for he’d have as much integrity as […]
The Call: Henry’s Guitar was Silent — Cheryl Last night, Luke, Bridget and Henry went to the annual All-Nighter at the YMCA with a church group they belong to. They swam, played dodgeball, participated in team challenges, and had an all-around great time. Dennis picked them up at 5 am. The house was quieter than […]
The Call: Sound or Light? — Jessica My husband and I have a very different understanding of tone. And yet we both, on occasion, will obsess over finding the perfect one. Response: Dancing Digits — Cheryl Dennis tells me that tone is in the fingers. I think a lot of it resides in my E-5.
The Call: Guitar Cake — Cheryl I have baked and decorated at least a half dozen guitar cakes. Whenever I get started on one, though (like today, for Henry on his birthday), I doubt my abilities to create an edible facsimile of the stringed instrument. This one is pretty good. The Response: Doubt — Jessica […]