We spent a week in North Andover, MA last week. The day before we left we got socked by a big snow storm. As the snow began falling, I raced out and snapped this Christmas card picture of the back yard. The beauty of the snow was beautiful. I don’t miss the 2 degree weather.
This is a very old map outside the Los Angeles Courthouse. Sometimes maps age and need to be replaced. In this case, it has, in my view, become a work of art and no longer functions as a map and therefore needs to be replaced. It seems like a symbol of our world today. As […]
I just picked up Daniel Levitin’s new book “The World in Six Songs.” A thrilling read and is truly coloring the way I think of music nowadays. Quite refreshing. I had grown tired of listening to our local classical radio station playing Vivaldi and Telemann all the time, and news just makes me nervous these […]
Later this month we will be having a little vacation before school begins with two dear friends whose portraits I share here. Composer, Mark Carlson Musicologist, Mitchell Morris
On 8/8/2008 three month old Bohdan became our youngest guest. That’s a winning smile!
One of my loves is taking photos. I make no claims to be a great photographer but I find it rewarding and an excellent complement to composing. I am putting up many of my sets/shows on Flickr and are I hope you’ll take a few minutes and flip through them. It gets a bit confusing […]
Michael William Lafferty died this month after a long struggle with various life threatening illnesses. I photographed his marvelous apartment before it was taken down. You’ll see a special person reflected in the things he’s collected. The music is from the FOUR LAST SONGS of Richard Strauss sung by Jessye Norman.
This weekend was devoted to relaxation. Lots of naps (6 each day), lots of movies (4 on Saturday and 5 on Sunday), cleaning the house a little, doing the dog’s nails, and constantly battling hysterical ants who are hellbound to find every little crumb I leave them. Friday night I photographed Corbin Smith’s fabulous opening […]
I lived with my family in Albuquerque, New Mexico from 1960 to 1963. One of the memories I have of that time is the SMELL of spring. Spring in the desert. And later, when I lived in Wisconsin or Boston, every spring I would smell the western desert calling me back.