January 11th

I took everyone's CC and this is what I cam up with. I upped th brightness and contrast. I personally think that I like the old one better. What do you guys think??

As some of you know, I played the violin when I was little. I still have the same old raggedy violin. It's actually an antique that has been passed down in my family for years. I love to play it, although I don't do it enough. I started playing the violin when I was 10 years old, but continued playing it in High School because I heard this poem. It inspired me. CC on this conversion or any part of this picture would be awesome!!

**For got my specs: I shot in AV mode. 1/50, 2.8, 800

The Touch of the Master's Hand It was battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it Hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?" "Two dollars, who makes it three?" "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three", But, No, From the room far back a grey haired man Came forward and picked up the bow, Then wiping the dust from the old violin And tightening up the strings, He played a melody, pure and sweet, As sweet as the angel sings. The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?" As he held it aloft with its' bow. "One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?" "Two thousand, Who makes it three?" "Three thousand once, three thousand twice, Going and gone", said he. The audience cheered, But some of them cried, "We just don't understand." "What changed its' worth?" Swift came the reply. "The Touch of the Masters Hand." And many a man with life out of tune, All battered with bourbon and gin, Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd Much like that old violin. A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, A game and he travels on. He is going once, he is going twice, He is going and almost gone. But the Master comes, And the foolish crowd never can quite understand, The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought By the Touch of the Master's Hand.