It's definitely Summer today - temps in the 90s (32º+ C) and high humidity. The sun is blazing down, and my friend Wade is up in the meadow rushing to get the rest of the hay cut and baled before the next period of rain comes. As I wandered through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park I gathered some critter and flower portraits for you to look at. Enjoy!
A young Eastern Cottontail along the nature trail
An Eastern Pondhawk dragonfly in the wetland
A Cabbage White butterfly on some Canada Thistle on the banks of the north duck pond
Bach wrote three cantatas for the fourth Sunday after Trinity. Last year we listened to the earliest one, so this year I thought we'd listen to the middle one, BWV 24, Ein ungefärbt Gemüte (An unstained mind, Leipzig 1723). This is uncomplicated, lighthearted, even bouncy in parts, with some special beauty in the latter half - the tenor aria and the closing chorus. Given the state of the world at the moment, this cantata is a welcome reprieve from the stress. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this cantata:
Cantata BWV 24 is from Bach's first season in
Leipzig. It is unusual in both shape and content. The cantata begins
almost casually, with an appealing and bouncy alto aria with the
violins and violas playing a tuneful and uncomplicated obbligato. The
work is so lighthearted that the somewhat sinister equation of "truth"
with "German" can be overlooked. There is an interesting palindrome
structure to this work with the second and fourth numbers, the two
recitatives in the work, providing rather lengthy meditations of the
two polar ideas in the work, sincerity and hypocracy. In between
these little sermons is a very intense, jittery choral setting of the
biblical passage for the day, "do unto others as you would have them do
unto you." The sternness, even preachiness, in Bach's reading of
this passage is surprising. The warm and expressive tenor aria with two
obbligato oboes d'amore is a wonderful calming influence after the
chorus. Perhaps the most beautiful thing in the cantata is the
ravishing setting of "O Gott, du frommer Gott" that ends the cantata.
Welcome Summer! Today is the Summer Solstice, aka Midsummer Day, aka Litha, the day when the sun reaches the Tropic of Cancer, the farthest point north in its path along the earth's axial tilt. This is the Longest Day, with 15 hours of daylight; after this the days get gradually shorter on the way to the Winter Solstice in December, the Longest Night. The crops are planted and growing, the landscape is green and rich, and it gets hot by the middle of the day. The Spring flowers have faded away and now the first of the Summer flowers are starting to bloom - Day Lilies, St. John's Wort, and Deptford Pinks, to name a few here in Central PA. The first haying should be done by now. Unfortunately we've had an unusually wet Spring, and our only dry days were three or four starting a week ago. My friend Wade was rushing last week to get at least 30 acres cut and baled, but the wet weather came back sooner than expected. Still, he got a good-sized section done!
It rained yesterday and overnight until around 9:00 this morning, so my Summer Solstice walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park was a tad soggy, but raindrops on flower petals and leaves add a certain extra dimension to the flower pictures I took on that walk. Come along with me and welcome Summer in!
Day Lilies along the Dykeman Walking Trail
Due to all the rain we've been getting the trail is looking very lush and green
St. John's Wort on the banks of the north duck pond
Looking across the pond from my usual Sunday "pew"
Daisy Fleabane in the still uncut section of the upland meadow
Deptford Pinks in the same section of the meadow
The song "Sumer is icumen in" is a 13th Century round in Middle English that was often sung at Midsummer and is still much beloved of Early Music and Madrigal ensembles. Here's the Hilliard Ensemble welcoming Summer. Sing Cuckoo!
Bach wrote two cantatas for the third Sunday after Trinity, and today's choice is the masterpiece - BWV 21, Ich hatte viel Bekümmernis (I had much sorrow, Weimar 1714). There's such a variety of style here, as well as some firsts for Bach himself; this is early on in his career and he's feeling out what he'll be allowed to do. This is his only Weimar cantata that is divided in two parts, with the sermon being preached between the two. I think this may be the first time he used an instrumental sinfonia as a prelude, and it was definitely the first time he used the fugue form for the opening chorus; in fact, he was much criticized for doing so. Here's Michael Beattie of Emmanuel Music on this great cantata:
Ich hatte viel Bekümmernis, BWV 21 - in two parts - is the
longest and grandest of all the cantatas. It has a complicated history.
The first nine movements may have constituted a cantata per ogni tempo [for
any occasion] written in Weimar as early as 1713. There were many
subsequent revisions, culminating in today’s 1723 version (minus the
trombones!) which includes two additional movements.
Given the wide range of styles found in this cantata, it is a piece
of remarkable dramatic cohesion. It moves progressively from darkness
into light. The mysterious opening sinfonia is a dialogue between oboe
and solo violin (accompanied by a halo of strings) which seems to lead
directly into the first chorus.
Almost all of the choruses of BWV 21 are based on psalm
texts. In Part I, the choral writing is very text specific. Like the
great motet composers of the previous generation, Bach finds a striking
new character for each line of text. In some cases even a single word
is given its own special color (the freeze-frame moment on the word aber [but]
in the first chorus is one example). Bach was mocked by his
contemporaries for the stuttering repetition of the first word (Ich, ich, ich…); today it seems a moment of breathtaking drama.
The soprano aria “Seufzer, Tränen”, in spite of its
overwrought text, is a marvel of stark simplicity, especially given the
density of everything that surrounds it. The anguish of the text is
mirrored in the tortured intervals found in the voice and oboe part.
The tenor recitative and aria are on a different scale entirely. Bach’s
response to this highly dramatic text is appropriately extravagant,
with especially picturesque orchestra writing.
Part II opens with a dialogue between the bass and soprano
(Jesus and the Soul). Craig Smith wrote: “These dialogues are often
associated with the erotic love poetry of the Song of Songs. A popular
example of this genre [can be found] in the love duets in the cantata Wachet auf! Today’s
cantata was one of the few Bach pieces in Baron von Swieten’s library
in Vienna. Clearly Mozart saw the piece there, for the duet is
inspiration both for “La ci darem”from Don Giovanni and the third act Susanna-Count duet from Le Nozze di Figaro.”
The monumental choral prelude “Sei nun wieder zufrieden”
moves in yet another stylistic direction. The interpolated chorale text
appears first in the tenor section surrounded by complex counterpoint
in the solo voices. Later it is taken over by the sopranos upon the
entrance of full chorus and strings.
The intimate tenor aria that follows is scored only for
continuo - its lightness and optimism providing a perfect bridge to the
final brilliant chorus. The text of the closing chorus is the same as
that which concludes Handel’s Messiah (‘Worthy is the Lamb’).
The entrance of the trumpets and timpani is a thrilling moment. After a
brief introduction, the piece concludes with one of the most viscerally
exciting fugues that Bach ever wrote. It cranks along at an almost
hyperventilating pace before exploding ecstatically heavenward.
I shot the water kettle last night on a whim, and then this morning I decided to add other shiny objects to the collection. Just me playing in b&w. Shot in b&w and processed in Photoshop, and further processed in Exposure 2 with the Kodak Tri-X 400 film emulator.
Summer is a week away, and both Mama Gaia and the weather are showing it. After a lot of rain in the past month or so we're finally getting a stretch of at least five warm, dry days. The Spring flowers are dying off and the Summer ones are starting to bloom. And the tall grass up on the meadow in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park is very tall indeed, and browning up. My friend Wade finally has a chance to get at it on his old Case tractor, and he was up there today mowing away. He told me he was going to try to get 30 acres cut and baled in that five-day stretch. And if the usual storms don't appear after that, he may try for the whole shebang. Fingers crossed!
Crown Vetch along the Dykeman Walking Trail
Canada Thistle in the Dykeman Spring wetland
Mama Mallard takes the kids out for a spin on the north duck pond
Today is the second Sunday after Trinity, and Bach wrote two cantatas for this Sunday. I posted his first one last year, so this year I'm posting his other one, BWV 2, Ach Gott, vom Himmel sieh darein (Ah God, look down from Heaven, Leipzig 1724). This is a chorale cantata, based on Martin Luther's chorale setting of Psalm 12. When dealing directly with Luther's words Bach almost always went old school rather than innovating, quoting Luther directly and using a deliberately archaic musical style, a la Pachelbel. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this compelling cantata:
Martin Luther's chorale version of Psalm 12 is the sole source for
Cantata BWV 2. While the unnamed author of the text has arranged the
various verses into chorus, recitative, and aria format, the sense and
character of the Luther chorale remains unusually pure. It is
characteristic of Bach when dealing with Luther that the ideas remain
more or less unadulterated.
Bach treats the opening verse of the chorale in an archaic
neo-Renaissance manner. A strict four-voice texture with independent
continuo line is observed throughout. Of the five chorale-based choruses
in this style, four are to Luther texts. It is clear that Bach
associates this manner with bedrock Lutheran theology. By having the
chorale in the alto voice rather than the usual soprano, Bach submerges
the sinner in the texture, looked down upon from heaven by the sopranos.
The harmony is of the densest sort. Phrygian melodies are among the
most difficult to convert to tonality, but here Bach jumps into crabbed
and ambiguous harmony from the outset. It must be a manner that he
associates with this tune, for the organ setting in the Kirnberger
collection is similar in density and unique in that collection for its
harmonic daring.
It is interesting that the phrase structure remains quite
clear and one could almost say simple. When we think of the elaborate
phrase overlaps in the treatment of the previous week's chorale tune, O Ewigkeit, du Donnerwort,
these phrases seem very direct. One senses that the very complexity of
harmony is enough for Bach here. Also there is an extraordinary economy
of motive. The subject, derived from the tune and two counter-subjects,
contains virtually all of the material in the movement. The doubling by
the trombones emphasizes the archaic nature of the music.
A line of the chorale sung by the solo tenor with continuo sets off
the following recitative. While this seems at first to be in Bach's
familiar manner of chorale with tropes, no further musical reference to
the tune occurs, so we must assume that Bach feels the need to make a
transition to the more modern recitative style. The elegant alto aria
with solo violin is in striking contrast to the severity of what has
come before. Clearly the chattering violin part is meant to represent
the Rottengeistern and the Ketzerei. There is a marvelous moment when the suave continuity comes to a stuttering halt at the words Trotz dem. A fragment of the chorale tune enters like a beacon bringing us back to the seriousness of the subject.
After the harshness of the harmony in the opening chorus and the
elegance of the alto aria, Bach finds yet another color for the bass
recitative. Here is a marvelous example of the variety to Bach's
chromaticism, harsh dissonance and vertiginous progressions in the first
chorus, melting and soft edged progressions for this recitative. The
first two bars of recitative show how carefully Bach gauges his harmonic
color. Notice the darkness at the word verstört; the stab of pain at the word Ach. This
is not only a change from the brittle Bb major of the alto aria, but a
transition to the radiance of the “alchemy” aria #5.
In a work such as this cantata one can be so amazed by the
harmonic detail and astonished by the contrapuntal deftness, that the
sheer melodic invention can be forgotten. Certainly a tune such as in
the aria Durchs Feuer wird das Silber rein reminds one that the
lessons learned by Bach in his transcription of Italian concerti were
as important as his German contrapuntal heritage. The principal melody
is worth looking at in some detail: notice how the eighth and two
sixteenth note figure is turned upside down in bars 2-3. The beginning
sequence of bars 2-3 is itself turned upside down in the 4th bar. This
is yet another example of subtle changes in what could be a
garden-variety sequence to create a varied and highly profiled melody.
It is one of those tunes that once heard is never forgotten. Clearly,
Bach found the metaphor of the refining of the silver as central to the
message of the cantata.
The final chorale, while still very chromatic, has somehow
lost the harsh language of the opening chorus. Bach never leaves the
listener unchanged by his musical experience.
A shot of the gazebo across the street taken through my partially open front window and given the watercolor treatment in Photoshop™. King St. is Shippensburg's "Main St.", and all of the town's holiday parades go right by the gazebo, so it's kept patriotically decorated all Summer long. When I saw this through the window it immediately reminded me of some shots taken by Henri Cartier-Bresson (one of my photographic heroes) on Cape Cod in the '50s. I gave it the watercolor treatment to give it the feel of a Wyeth painting. Americana at its most basic! And the following song was running in my head as I was processing the shot.
After much chaotic, nonsensical weather - unusually hot temperatures, tropical humidity, and all too much rain - the perfect Spring day arrived today: 50s in the morning and 70s in the afternoon, blue sky and puffy clouds, and a fragrant breeze. Just a perfect late Spring day! And having the day off, I headed out into it, taking a walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park. Mama Gaia provided much photogenic material.
The Yarrow bushes are blooming along the Dykeman Walking Trail
A Spring Azure butterfly and its shadow along the trail
The red bridge over the creek appears out of the lush foliage
Now the Lutheran liturgical calendar enters Ordinary Time, when the parables of Jesus are used to teach the Christian catechism to the congregation. For this first Sunday after Trinity in Bach's time the Gospel reading for this day is the story of the rich man and the beggar from Luke 16. Bach wrote three cantatas for this Sunday, and the one I've chosen today deals with the idea of sharing food with the poor - BWV 39, Brich dem Hungrigen dein Brot (Break thy bread for the hungry, Leipzig 1726). This isn't one of Bach's grand cantatas, but rather one of his quieter ones, a bit of serenity after the drama of the Easter and Pentecost seasons. Here are the program notes from Emmanuel Music on this cantata:
Today’s cantata, Brich dem Hungrigen dein Brot, exhorts the
theme of loving one’s neighbor, allied with the parable of the rich man
who, should he share that which he has with the less fortunate, will
ensure his own grace in the eyes of the Lord. The plea for generosity in
feeding the hungry is emphasized in the text of the opening chorus from
today’s Hebrew Bible reading Isaiah 58: 7-8. Like many of the cantatas
from Bach's third Leipzig cycle, the huge opening chorus dominates the
work. The short notes from the recorders, oboes and strings can either
be read to represent the breaking of the bread or, more compellingly,
the teardrops of the hungry. In any case the orchestra is a stunning
backdrop for what is at the beginning a deeply felt and emotional fugue
and later on an energetic call to arms.
The bass recitative takes the form of a sermon. The lovely
alto aria with violin and oboe obbligati is an inward and stunningly
pure vision of the touching words. The text speaks of imitation or
reflection of the Creator’s goodness, concluding with the metaphor of
sowing on earth those seeds that we will harvest after death. These two
clear images are captured in the music: that of imitation (the oboe
follows the violin throughout) and the scattering of fertile seeds (the
melisma on the word ‘streuet’).
The stern, preachy bass aria is a splash of cold water - Bach
at his most severe and Lutheran. The sweet soprano aria with recorder
breaks that mood with a touching child-like sweetness. The personal
element continues in the penultimate movement, a recitative for alto
accompanied by lush string chords. Almost working against the positive
nature of the text, this recitative is set mostly in minor, perhaps
reminding us of the challenge of faith. The final chorale setting, one
of Bach’s simplest and most direct, provides a phrase structure that is
symmetrical and predictable until the last two phrases. Each of these is
two-and-a-half bars long, having the effect of extending outwards
beyond ourselves.
There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great. The universe is great. Earth is great. Man is great. These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth. Earth follows the universe. The universe follows the Tao. The Tao follows only itself.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 25 Translation by Stephen Mitchell
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