Music for guitars, flute, horn and cello. Nineteenth Century music played by masters of the genre. Always a pleasure but more fascinating to me is the interplay between the artists, the music and the instruments.
Watching masters perform and with a glance or movement express their own passions to each other and the audience is remarkable to a layman like me. Not being any kind of expert and lacking in talent to play an instrument I am overwhelmed by the sights as well as the sound.
I am constantly amazed by the ability to learn and interpret a composition. Trying to imagine what it takes to compose a work reduces me to a quivering mass of jelly. I have a long established addiction to classical music because of its complexity. To be able to listen and enjoy the music here in Ellensburg is a gift and a joy. Many thanks to Central Washington University and Tamara and Neil Caulkins for bringing this to our community.
Also, congratulations to Dr. (!), Tamara PhD.
Winter has set in here as fully as it does. Snow on the ground, fog in the air. Chilly but not frigid. My deck is icy and slick so throwing out seed for the birds is interesting from a not falling down standpoint. The birds do seem to appreciate it though. My local flock of quail attend every morning along with the usual suspects, doves, chickadees, sparrows and whoever else happens by.
Driving north through the Canyon Thursday morning i spotted a bald eagle cruising low over the water looking for lunch. Always a heartwarming sight.
Food and cooking has become a small pleasure. I made a pot of goulash yesterday and it’s pretty good. I’m sure no Hungarian would claim it but it’s what my mom called it. A friend brought me a large batch of borscht, which I’d never had. Good, but a little acidic for me. I have some in the freezer.
Good times were had through the holidays with friends inviting me into the warmth of their homes. The snow does not yet lie deep in the mountains. The winter is as yet, young. I am though, plotting some serious hikes further to the east for spring and summer. There is much geology to explore and photograph.
I’m hopeful for a better year. I still feel profoundly, the loss of Karen. I don’t know how some people manage to bounce back or recover. Time may heal or at least patch over the hole in my life.
To be continued.