Archive | December, 2010

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Sunset out our window, Berkeley, CA.

You may find it hard to believe, but honestly, I didn’t tinker with the color on this. No “boost,” no “saturate,” no nothing. Mother Nature’s pulled-taffy splendor, which of course is splendor enough.

Thank you for coming along for this month’s ride. I didn’t always get a picture up each day; a coupla times holiday merry-making backed them up a day and they came tumbling in all in a clump. A violent reaction to my brother-in-law’s lobster risotto threw my posting off another time. But it has been a huge treat for me.

During the first week of the new year I’ll do two compilation posts rounding up LD 2010: one featuring (my idea of) the best prose post per month; another featuring (my idea of) the best photo posts, hopefully way more than a dozen, since I recently figured out how to set pictures to music for a slide show and I want to do that. (For my next trick, I’m going to learn how to shuffle cards!) [Later note: bumped out of the first week and into the second by an important & extended plea for Kickstarter funding for the film Pariah!]

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30 of 31

wetboy

Wet boy, Sausalito, CA.


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29 of 31

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Wet Gate, Sausalito, CA.


Hey! You want this in its large format JPG form, for a screen saver or backdrop? Write me, I give it to you FREE! A special new year’s giftie from me to you.

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Bay Area Discovery Museum, Sausalito, CA.


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27 of 31

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Sylvan scene, Point Reyes National Seashore, CA.


A year ago in the fall.  He still looks up to her. Just from a different height.

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26 of 31

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Her first Amahl, Berkeley, CA.


Auntie and Mama flank her as they sing Menotti’s Amahl and the Night Visitors, the family’s holiday staple, with Grampy on the keyboards. Though she’s adored it for years, this time, the girlie is reading the words herself, and finding them in the score, staff after staff.  A Christmas miracle, indeed.

(Wee sliver, here, of Amahl’s sweet song to his mother — it was commissioned by NBC and premiered in the television broadcast from which that wee sliver is sliced.)

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Season’s greetings, Berkeley, CA.

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24 of 31

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Ornament, Davies Symphony Hall, San Francisco, CA.

That’s San Francisco City Hall reflected in the ornament (along with your host and her partner’s camera phone). We were there (Davies) a few weeks back for a performance of John Adams’ El Niño, a gorgeous, gorgeous re-imagining of the nativity oratorio.

I didn’t write much about it at the time because I returned from that date (the first in a long while) to find an egregiously hi-jacked blog, which is to say other (quite cranky) folks’ messages were being broadcast out of this URL frequency, and not mine. I spent the better part of the rest of that night, ’til the wee hours and on into the weekend, back and forth with the good folks at my blog host trying to un-hijack it. Instead, I would rather have been waxing lyrical about the oratorio, about what a job it must be to try to set to music the kinda challenging event of the annunciation and/or sex with god, or at least insemination by god, or whatever you want to call the whole big ole conception of the Baby Jesus thing. John Adams’ take on it, musically, is as tremendous as it ought to be.

Someone videotaped their videotape (or DVD) of the very passage where the incomparable Lorraine Hunt Lieberson (and, eventually, 2:30 in, a big ole chorus) sings the event. Three angelic countertenor “angels” sing following it, and Dawn Upshaw (the other Mary) appears at the close of this clip:

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