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Friday, July 13, 2018

Bad Joke Friday

Hey! Sorry for being MIA the entire week, but it's been busy on the day job front and when I've come home my focus has been on writing.

But a bad joke you deserve, and a bad joke you shall have:

Monday, July 09, 2018

And now, a tree.

Single tree. Sometimes in WNY I feel like I'm someplace in the Midwest. #KnoxFarm #eastaurora #wny #summer #trees #nature

Taken at Knox Farm State Park in East Aurora, NY. One of my favorite locations. This lonely tree in the middle of a hayfield struck me as a Little House kind of visual.

Friday, July 06, 2018

Thursday, July 05, 2018

Something for Thursday

I heard part of this on the radio yesterday, in honor of all the fireworks going on for the 4th of July, and it's a work I don't hear often enough, so here it is! I'm developing a better appreciation of the Baroque Era over the last few years, but I've always enjoyed the music of George Fredric Handel, particularly this piece. Here is the "Music for the Royal Fireworks," written for wind instruments to accompany fireworks for King George II on...some occasion or another. (Look it up yourselves, folks!)

This particular ensemble plays on period instruments (note the valveless trumpets in particular), and take note of the colorful and charismatic conductor.

Wednesday, July 04, 2018

Two hundred forty two

It's the Fourth of July.

I knew that it would be this way, but damn, America is really making me work for it right now. I keep thinking, not of American things, but of this moment in a movie made by New Zealanders adapting a nearly 80-year-old fantasy novel written by an Englishman:

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.

Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here, but we are.

It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened?

But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?

Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

I'm not done with America. I'm not giving up.

Another movie moment I keep thinking about: