Fine Art
Brian is a master Jazz (and about any other genre you can imagine) guitarist, composer, arranger and music educator, and about the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet. During this session he was plugged into my old, magical 1965 Fender Deluxe Reverb amp. It’s never sounded so good!!!
This used to be a great place to sit quietly and listen to frogs, and wind. Now it’s bone dry, and there’s no glacier runoff, or even a glacier. All gone.
Today, a day after the aniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s eloquent Gettysburg Address. Here’s an example of contradictions and duality.
Elise Go and Will Randolph V goofing off in the Studio
Lyman Jerome Alexander II in the Studio
Francesca Simone in the Studio
Choeur D’Enfants du Benin – Benin, Africa
The road winds slowly north to Anchor Bay.
Cells say “No Service”. Redwoods and moss breathe
salty sea cooled mist as Inner oceans
grow calm and clear. This balance is ancient.
“High Plains Black Sea Coral”. Sunset at Evelyn Lake, Cathedral Range, Yosemite 10328 ft. My second pilgrimage in a month to this holy place.
Leaving Evelyn Lake, Cathedral Range, Yosemite 10328 ft. Just before an afternoon thunderstorm.
14, 225 ft where I stand, higher up there!
Puno is 12,565 ft above sea level
Proud, local Indigenous family in Puno
No sunlight hitting the plain yet.
Just after the sun hit the plain.
Erratics and Lake Evelyn at first light.
Glacial Erratic Boulders at First Light, Cathedral Range, Yosemite 10328 ft.
Cathedral Range, Yosemite 10328 ft. Before Dawn
Evelyn Lake, Yosemite 10328 ft
Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir and Volti teamed up with Leah Stein Dance Company of Philadelphia this past weekend to perform David Lang’s Balle Hymns. The following are still grabs from the video I shot, pro-bono, for a video being produced to document the performance. My daughter sings with the Piedmont East Bay Children’s Choir, and has since she was four, so I had the honor of helping out on the video and shot “B-Roll” for the gig. That means my imagery will be used as artsy cut aways and cut ins and hopefully add flavor to the imagery. It was difficult to shoot, at times, due to tears getting in the way of focusing. That’s how moving the performance was.
A decade later some things look the same
while brambles’ insidious creeping weaves
new textures each year. Old pathways are gone.
So stand still, here. This is Pescadero.