At least he had his music. . . . I hope.

I was going to post this on my logblog page (and I still may)(and I did), but there is so much more to this photo than just an old log cabin.
I think poverty was the first word that came to mind.
From a log cabin point of view the cabin is just a dismal representation of a home.
I have visited and taken photos of better built barns and sheds than this mans poor home.

I am of course assuming a lot here.
I am assuming this is his home. I think I am right, but we will never know for sure.

No shoes.
It looks like he may have an injury on his left foot.
Logs are holding down the roofing shingles.
There is a door. And a window, although no glass.
Boards over the gaps between the logs.

But what is also incredible here is the home made violin(?). All of it made from a block of rough cut wood. His bow is a bent twig! A bent twig.

Like I said, I am assuming a lot here. Maybe it is a chicken coop or shed or small out building, but I don't get that feeling.
I hope who ever he his he one day found a place to really pursue his love of music.

So, over the next few days I am going to post some pictures of old slave dwellings.
I took a cabin down many years ago that I was told was a slave cabin. It was in somewhat better shape than this mans.