My Dad's workshop in Kinsealy, the place of my upbringing, now stands empty. Slowly, but surely, being overtaken by the ivy that was at one point decorative. Now it works its way into the structures weaknesses and I can only assume that one day be its ultimate demise.
This is the place my father spent countless hours, especially in his waning years, trying to master the craft of making the perfect violin. By all accounts the violins he did create are beautful pieces of art. And it was in that workshop that he never stopped trying to improve upon the last one. Now that place stands empty. No longer a man's place of learning and artistic pursuits that it was for so long. When it eventually does come down I imagine it's ending will sadden me as did his. But for now, for today, I can look at and think about that place and smile at the memories it still holds.
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