Fingers discovering keys into another world… Child’s joy in music and developing skill cut short by rapping on knuckles from harsh teacher, demanding perfection. Told mom at nine years old that I didn’t want to go back. Piano gathered dust. Child’s mind tuned-out to music, until the Beatles and Sound of Silence (1964) appeared on the magic box. I was ten.
“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.”
“…in winter…you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” (Athabasca River Gorge, Jasper National Park, Alberta)
– Andrew Wyeth
“The color of springtime is flowers; the color of winter is in our imagination.”