Claude Debussy's "Reflets dans L'Eau" is a delightful depiction of water reflections . However, the performer is Richard Buhlig and not Debussy himself, as the title "Debussy Plays Debussy" mistakenly indicates. I think the music really suits..
this next photo as well. I took it several days ago, after Bill and I cycled (with Black Jack in her basket) to English Bay. It was colder than it has been for a while, and the day seemed a bit dismal at first, but there was something mystical about the way the fog fell over certain areas and not others. The details of our regular view could barely be distinguished..
but breaking through at others to deflect and displace shafts of moisture.
The beach was pretty much deserted except for this young couple.
Now that would be my kind of date :) The gentleman was doing a disciplined drill that..
I saw as a dance. His companion's support..
denoted an easy bond between them.
Her decision to stay by him as he improved his fitness and dexterity..
probably added extra drive to his workout. I can't deny, though, that I'm a bit concerned for his knees. I hope he allowed them some downtime later.
Below, the contours of the Burrard Bridge and Granville Bridge behind it are delineated,
but seconds later, both bridges had all but disappeared.
I wonder, if you are listening to the Debussy, whether you can feel the sparkles as the sun hits the water. There is a delicacy and lightness to the sound that evokes mist and fog as well. Though many feel art and the private life/personality of its creator should be kept separate, I've never been able to make that distinction. Claude Debussy was a very troubled man and that had a devastating affect on the people closest to him. At the Wikipedia site, I found this quote by Mary Gardener, a star in his opera, Pelléas et Mélisande: "I honestly don’t know if Debussy ever loved anybody really. He loved his music – and perhaps himself. I think he was wrapped up in his genius... He was a very, very strange man."
Well, I don't know if this happens to others, I added the rest of the photos here days ago, but somehow, the time and the words to describe them have run out. This was taken the day after the fog had been so impressive. Perhaps, it dignified a sad anniversary, but..
to decorate the landscape..
and place a human touch within the (seemingly) random distribution of rocks.
There were other reminders of humanity in the placement of driftwood around the beach.
Oh, to have had a little discourse about the process..
Dear, dear Bill and Black Jack.. always alongside my thoughts and steps.
I referred to the story of Clark Terry a couple of posts ago, and to his story as told in the documentary, "Keep On Keeping On." Clark Terry was so driven to play the trumpet, he built his own. His drive to make a difference, though, extends far beyond the world of music. This link takes you to Clark Terry's blog. It will be well worth your time if you can find a way to stop by for a visit.
More driftwood seen this past week. We saw an obvious form in this but perhaps,I'll leave the commentary and let you enjoy or skip over these as time dictates.
Bill and I pored over an art book at Harrison Galleries, a week of so ago. We were really intrigued by the work of Don Stewart. Another subject worthy of much more time, but here's his web site for those who choose to investigate further.
Here's the link to ABC Wednesday to see lots of delectable "D" representations! Thank you so much for stopping by!