First Snow at last
Finally some snow. Like a sudden settling of the machinery’s nervous system, the seasons are back on track. It has already turned to soppy rain but at least we’ve had a nod to winter.
The space between the two big ones, Christmas and New Year’s and then once that has concluded we brace ourselves for a winter that may or may not be coming. Given how our metaphors are tied to the seasons, I wonder what it is to come from the tropics where there is a different kind of change, wet and dry or even sameness. How does that effect the language, words, syntax, art, fables?
I just downloaded both parts of The Messiah from iTunes. This version is from the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields with Sir Neville Mariner from the late 70s and is remarkably better than most even though it wasn’t recorded on original instruments. The tempo is perfect, the sound grand and Elly Ameling at her best. Handel knew how to rejoice better than any composer I know.
Seen this morning around 11. The flock was in no rush to get out of the road so I got my shot. Since Columbia County is 99% farmland and deciduous forests it is a good home to wildlife. You’ll recall that Benjamin Franklin wanted to make the Turkey the National Bird.
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