Cacophony

 My younger, super cellist sister, recently gave me our grandfather's violin.  I recorded myself playing it and added some other musical elements.  The sound made me think of the word Cacophony, ie "a harsh discordant mixture of sounds."   That, in turn, reminded me of the mixture of experiences that make up life.  In my case, the approximately 75% of allotted time already lived.  Fortunately I have the thousands of photos my father took over the years, as well as a vast trove of other artworks and photos.  Happy technology has advanced to the point where all of this can be easily put together.  Here is one result.