Last summer, Jeff and I were honored to be part of the Beaufort Portrait Project, a work-still-in-progress by our friend Gary Geboy, one of the South’s (Country’s? World’s?) finest fine art photographers. Gary asked his friends to come over to his home studio, each bringing an object we loved. (Maybe he didn’t say “an object you love.” Maybe he said “an object that’s special to you.” I can’t remember now.) My keyboard was kind of a default object. I really wanted to bring a piece of sheet music or a book. (Choral singing and reading? THOSE are my great loves.) But I came to the project kind of late, and those things had already been done. I had a very difficult time coming up with anything else. Lots of people had keepsakes and heirlooms and such. Me? Nada. Apparently, I’m not a person who loves objectsIt has provided successful results to the people in all cases of general debility, nervous exhaustion, brain-fag, low of memory, loss of muscular energy and viagra sale australia spermatorrhoea. Quite a large number of familiar and unfamiliar males search cost viagra cialis on relative information about impotence. Researches on this medicine show that it was more effective for the induction of penile erections and was later approved in many countries by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) as a drug for erectile dysfunction. buy viagra in stores Especially for men who are in their andropausal years, they are being used for discount viagra cialis more general tasks such as managing a public program or a large group of workers. . I have certainly never felt any love for my keyboard. I’m not even sure I love writing. But, as Dorothy Parker so brilliantly put it, “I love having written.” So, hats off to the contraption that makes it all possible. And relatively painless. Good on ya, keyboard.

Here’s a link to the Beaufort Portrait Project. I think you’ll agree it’s pretty cool.   http://thebeaufortportraitproject.wordpress.com/