This is one of the ways to get to the guest house, located on the other side of the road from where Nina Gitana lived.
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autumn
As autumn peaks in VT, so too does the sense of mystery across the landscape. The light is receding, and a quietness emerges, even as the colors seek their greatest brilliance. We begin moving back into ourselves, readying for the winter ahead, as does the land.
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This one, a scan from 120mm format slide film, goes back a ways. The mood strikes me as a balanced one, all in all: the high cloud cover is neither light nor dark, and the nature of a ferry ride is that you’re neither here nor there.
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“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.” Christina Rossetti
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Bob Mosebach (above) and I played the bar and coffeehouse circuit in CT in the 1990’s, with some bookstores, house parties and 4-H camps thrown in to boot. He’s a great musician who still plays out a couple times a week. One nite, we played an end of summer concert at a local camp, to a demographic way younger than our normal crowd. Bob had been working there as the camp nurse, and as we were setting up, I wondered about holding the attention of the 150+ kids and adolescents in the cafeteria/hall. Without hesitating, he said “PA and amps on 10”. We opened with Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” at maximum volume; Bob at full throttle on a 12 string, and me wailin some of the loudest leads of my life. It worked – we played to a very attentive and appreciative audience the whole night.
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looking toward the Priory, which sits atop a high plateau deep in the central VT mountains
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