{ 0 comments }
Posts tagged as:
CT
The Essex Garden Club hosts an annual “May Market”, and a few years ago, I went looking for perennials that might be especially interesting to photograph. One of the club members steered me to some anemone roots, and they definitely fit the bill. That first year, they bloomed through the autumn into November. This year, however, rabbits cleaned them out, and rightfully so, given my procrastination with laying in the protective netting.
{ 0 comments }
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.
{ 0 comments }
40 feet up in the air, two generations of the Flying Wallendas ride bicycles across a tightrope. Check out how the woman is balancing on a chair. They performed at the Guilford Fair, which dates back to 1859.
{ 0 comments }
There are some photographs that just cry out for more than my usual (i.e., minimal) post-processing, which I mostly refrain from doing. But sometimes I like to see where it goes …
{ 0 comments }
Shortly after the eye of Hurricane Irene passed over the CT shoreline, many of us ventured out to survey the damage. This 70 ft fir, at the Ivoryton Playhouse, quickly became the most photographed tree in town, a symbol of the destruction and power of the storm. It fell toward the building, the top just grazing the front doors when it landed. Two days later, only the standing trunk remained. All things must pass.
{ 0 comments }