My Gibson Les Paul Studio guitar.
Boy, it's really a good thing that inanimate objects like guitars and cameras don't have feelings.
Both my cameras and guitars would be whimpering and undergoing stunted mental development due to lack of attention.
Yesterday, I realized it had been over a week since I had even taken my camera out of it's case. I felt like taking some photos, but my back said, "Oh, no you don't. You're not taking me out gallivanting around today." (It's strange how, when my back hurts, it uses my Sainted Mother's voice and colloquialisms to speak to me in. "Gallivanting around" is one of her favorite phrases.)
What sparked my desire to crank up ye olde Nikon was that we had some great light coming through our skylights in our home. I made a compromise with my back, and stood and thought for a minute on what I could place there in that great light for a few quick shots.
Now it's been WAY longer than a week since I've regularly practiced guitar, and those guys would certainly be hurtin' for some attention, so I pulled out my Les Paul on it's stand and took a few pictures of it.
If any of you are guitar geeks, that's an early 90s, '94 I think, Gibson Les Paul Studio. I put a set of Seymour Duncan pickups in it, the rhythm pickup is an SH-2 Jazz pickup with a gentle, clear tone, while the treble pickup is an SH-5 Custom pickup, which is a bit on the hot side. This thing can be as gentle as a baby and also roar like a lion through my amplifier.
By special request from Miss Kate at Visual Saint Paul, here's a closer view of some of the painted bridge pillars I posted on Sunday.