"How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
— John Burroughs
Today is the Autumnal Equinox, the start of my favorite half of the year! I put together a new slideshow of many of the Fall foliage shots I've taken through the years, both here and in Newport. Here are a few of those photos, and then follows the slideshow, set to George Winston's "Woods" from his album Autumn on Windham Hill.
Happy Fall, y'all!
Miantonomi Park, Newport RI
On the Rail Trail near Shippensburg, PA
Mallards on Gooseneck Cove in Newport
Ginkgo extravagance on the sidewalks of Shippensburg
Tomorrow is the Autumnal Equinox, although we've been in the meteorological Autumn since the beginning of September. It doesn't feel like Autumn today (in the 80s temperature wise) and tomorrow will be a repeat, although we have had some very Autumnal weather recently and we're forecast to have more later this week. And it really doesn't look much like Autumn, either, at least in the general view. But look a little closer and you'll notice some Fall flowers happening, and the slightest bit of a color shift to orange and red and yellow. It's coming, and some of those hints of it were evident in today's walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park.
Calico Asters are a sure sign of Autumn, as is the visiting Spotted Cucumber Beetle
New York Asters are another Fall flower
Ah yes! Bittersweet berries, beloved of Fall decorators all over
This giant fungus was growing on an old log in the wetland
I caught one of the park's resident feral cats napping on the red bridge
This was one of three juvenile Mallards who decided to nap at my feet while I sat at my favorite bench by the north duck pond
This Variegated Fritillary was one of many butterflies enjoying the Boneset and Goldenrod up on the meadow
My favorite music for Autumn is Jethro Tull's Songs From the Wood album, so I thought I'd add the title track to get us all ready for walks in the woods, mulled cider, and fires at midnight. Enjoy!
Of the three cantatas that Bach wrote for the 14th Sunday after Trinity, this one has to be my favorite - BWV 17, Wer Dank opfert, der preiset mich (He who offers thanks praises me, Leipzig 1726). Cheerful, bright, and uplifting, it moves the listener onward and upward, just the kind of thing we need after a long and stressful week. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this beautiful cantata:
The pairing of the rather preachy
passage from Galatians and the parable of the ten lepers
from Luke at first seems an odd one. Jesus’ point – that
none of us appreciate enough the gifts of God, since
only the Samaritan thanks him for being cured – is
really in line with the idea that living by the spirit
is the only way to avoid sin in our lives. What is
for most people the “straight and narrow” clearly
means to Jesus the fullness of all experience.
That sense of abundance is evident throughout Cantata
BWV 17. The opening chorus, based upon the last verse
of Psalm 50, is one of the richest and most brilliant
of Bach’s choral fugues. There is nary a hint
that this verse comes at the end of one of the severest
and most unremittingly stern Psalms. The long opening
ritornello is so lacking in profile, really only a
little figure that is played in sequence over and over,
that the entrance of the big high-flying tenor theme
in bar 28 comes as a relief. Verticality is established
on the words, “thanks” and “offering.” Horizontal
writing prevails in the word “praise.” These
two styles of melisma are identifiable throughout the
cantata. The minimalist introduction is, of course,
carefully calculated by Bach to bring this bravura
choral theme into high relief, We have seen how the
third Jahrgang is notable for its marvelously integrated
choral fugues. Here there is no real necessity for
that kind of integration; the choral music is so much
more in the foreground than the orchestration. This
is a fugue that neither has nor needs elaborate stretti
or other contrapuntal wizardry. The working out is
simple and straightforward, the episodes clear, even
boxy. It makes its effect by brilliance and a wonderful
rhythmic drive that propels it in a compellingly clear
manner through the final cadence.
The lofty secco alto
recitative has a grandeur that is in opposition to
the humility of the following aria. It is interesting
that all of the recitatives in this cantata have a
tone noticeably absent in the concerted music. The
rising scale passages that we heard throughout the
first part of the chorus are again evident in the soprano
aria. The two solo violins with the child soprano voice
gives the aria a miniature quality in contrast to the
opening chorus, but much of the material is basically
the same. There is lightness, almost humor, here in
the childish efforts at praise.
The tenor recitative is unique in all of the cantatas
in that it sets part of the Gospel as a pure secco
recitative, no arioso, no string accompaniment. The
tenor aria again emphasizes abundance. The main theme
is cut from the same cloth as the chorus and the soprano
aria, but is enriched by a detailed and interesting
bass line. The shape of the melody is unusually specific
to the character of the words. “Übermass” is
set refulgently, the “offering” is horizontal.
For all of the very detailed dissection of the text
throughout the aria, this distinction of the two types
of writing remains. There is a wonderful plasticity
of phrasing; often the voice goes its own way against
the more rigorous orchestra.
Bach finds remarkable richness
of harmony in the long and very diatonic choral “Nun
lob mein Seel, den Herren.” The chromatic bass
line in the last two phrases in particular is surprising
and satisfying.
Summer is beginning the slow slide into Autumn. On today's walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park that slide is becoming more evident - Fall flowers are taking over, the Hummingbirds have disappeared, and the butterflies seem to have increased as a sort of last hurrah before they die off (or migrate, in the case of Monarchs) for the season. Here are some scenes from today's walk.
Bindweed (wild Morning Glory) along the nature trail
Virgin's Bower, an invasive but pretty vine, is all over the wetland
Small-flowered White Asters on the forest floor in the wetland
A Northern Crescent butterfly on Boneset up along the edge of the meadow
A Buckeye butterfly (with another in the background) on Boneset along the edge of the meadow
Of the three cantatas Bach composed for the 13th Sunday after Trinity, I've always found his earliest one the most compelling - BWV 77, Du sollt Gott, deinen Herren, Lieben (Thou shalt love the Lord thy God), Leipzig, 1723. This is Bach's commentary on the parable of the Good Samaritan, and especially Jesus' statement that above all commandments is this one, that we love our neighbor as ourselves. The opening chorus is one of Bach's greatest, exploring the complexities of the Law and the one law upon which it all rests. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this most magnificent yet most intimate of cantatas:
The
opening chorus of Bach Cantata BWV 77 is conceptually
one of the most brilliant things the composer ever
achieved. Here he takes on an issue no smaller than
the basis of all New Testament ideas on the bedrock
of the Old Testament. The sung text is the new commandment,
Christ's addendum to the Ten Commandments. The chorale
tune representing the Ten Commandments appears in
canon (which of course also means "law") between
the trumpet and the continuo. This is only the beginning,
however. The vocal parts are actually diminutions
of the chorale theme turned upside down and backwards.
Imagine a giant oriental carpet in which the front
side is the choral music and the back side is the
Old Testament underpinning. In addition the bass
part which moves four times as slow as the trumpet
becomes the harmonic underpinning for the whole piece.
All of this sounds perhaps academic but the total
effect is of a gorgeous moving wave. The resultant
harmony of the modal chorale melody makes for one
of the most harmonically inventive and moving of
Bach's great choruses. The slim soprano aria with
two oboes makes the greatest contrast. Here Bach
seems to make a great effort to keep counterpoint
to a minimum, to make the greatest contrast with
the dazzling contrapuntal genius of the opening chorus.
The alto aria is unusual. It uses as its obbligato
a trumpet. This is the only time that the trumpet
appears as a quiet, soulful instrument rather than
as a military presence. An austere setting of the
Luther Chorale "Ach Gott vom Himmel sieh darein" ends
the cantata.
A couple of years ago I stumbled across a little family cemetery in the middle of a cornfield out in the farming country between Shippensburg and Newville, not far from the Rail Trail. I went back last Wednesday to get some better shots than I got when I first found the place; here they are.
The Smith family plot on Smithdale Road, smack in the middle of a corn field
A well-carved stone
An interesting stone. Unfortunately the first name is weathered beyond legibility
This week's walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park was very pleasant indeed. The temperatures have begun to moderate, and there was a gentle breeze to add to the atmosphere. Summer seems to be winding down a bit, but Autumn hasn't yet shown its face. Still, there were a few things to please the eye today.
I got this candid shot of a sunning Painted Turtle before it noticed me and slid into the water
Hooray! Winterberries! For some reason they didn't develop last year
My serenity spot, sitting on the bench under the Kentucky Coffee Tree and contemplating the north duck pond
Bach wrote three cantatas for the twelfth Sunday after Trinity, and I've chosen his final one this week - BWV 35, Geist und Seele wird verwirret (Spirit and soul become confused, Leipzig 1726). This is a solo cantata for alto voice, and what's unique about it is the fact that much of the music is borrowed from other pieces he composed, and most of the sources he borrowed from are now among the "lost" Bach catalog. So this cantata is, in a way, is the survival of all those lost pieces! Here's musicologist Simon Crouch on this cantata:
The solo alto cantata BWV 35 gets such a high rating from me
primarily because of its oddity value! It becomes rapidly apparent upon
listening to this work that almost all of it has been filched from other
sources. Since almost all of those other sources are lost to us, we get
a deeply valuable view of what might have been. The first few bars of
the opening sinfonia agree with the nine remaining bars of the otherwise
lost keyboard concerto BWV 1059 (itself possibly derived from a lost
oboe concerto) and it's a reasonable bet that two of the other movements
of this cantata are derived from other movements of the concerto. The
first aria, a lilting siciliano, may very well come from from
the slow movement of the keyboard concerto and the opening sinfonia of
part 2 of the cantata is probably from the finale of the concerto. In
this incarnation the organ gets the solo part. So, at the very least we
probably have most of a lost concerto sitting inside this cantata.
Fortunately there is enough left here to reconstruct the concerto and
several recordings are avalable that allow us to enjoy this fine work.
The second aria from part 1 of the cantata sounds as though it's adapted
from a cello or gamba sonata and the final aria in part 2 suggests a
violin concerto. (Again, throughout, the organ takes on the obbligato
part). Both of these movements are very attractive and thus point to a
considerable loss.
Having heaped all this praise upon the components of this cantata,
I think that it's fair to tilt the balance the other way a little and
say that, as a cantata, this is not a great work. The libretto (based on
the gospel of the day) is nothing special and the structure of the
composition as a whole feels rather unsatisfactory. (Great Heavens,
there isn't even a concluding chorale!) So, listen to this for the music
that we nearly lost.
We had something of a fierce downpour early this morning, so today's walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park was another wet one. There are definitely signs of approaching Autumn; the late Summer flowers are blooming, especially the Spotted Jewelweed and the Yellow Ironweed. And I saw two female Ruby-throated Hummingbirds flitting about in the wetland; the males leave for the trip south first, and the females hang around until just around now before they head off. I didn't get their pictures; they never settled, and my reflexes, especially with a long lens in low light, aren't fast enough to catch them in flight. But I got some decent shots of other things.
Spotted Jewelweed, also known as Spotted Touch-me-not, with a raindrop
The Yellow Ironweed is starting to bloom; this cluster had some visitors
Leaves sprouting out of a debris-filled knothole
A creeping vine and old wood
More rain on the way - looking north from the top of the meadow
Bach wrote three cantatas for the eleventh Sunday after Trinity, and for today I've chosen his first one, BWV 199, Mein Herze schwimmt im Blut (My heart swims in blood, Weimar 1714). The text is somewhat grim, but the music is absolutely beautiful. It's a solo cantata for soprano, so you'd think it would get somewhat monotonous after a while, but Bach's instrumental accompaniment makes up for that lack of vocal diversity, and then some. Here's the late Craig Smith of Emmanuel Music on this beautiful work of art:
The texts of Georg Christian Lehms are the most extreme,
self-flagellating texts ever set by Bach. Of all of his texts, the one
for BWV 199 is perhaps the bloodiest. This is one of those texts that,
if it weren’t set with such penetration and sincerity that one could not
take it seriously. It has, however, generated one of the great Bach
cantatas that is almost unique in its intensity and passion. The work
was only known in fragments, and was published that way in the old Bach
Gesellschaft until it was discovered whole by the Danish scholar
Matiennsen early in the twentieth century. Since then four versions of
the piece have come to light.
The work has many distinctive features. Most immediately
striking is the new and flexible recitative style. The three
accompagnato recitatives are especially advanced; being genuine
accompanied recitatives with flexible speech rhythms in the voice part
and rather neutral, non-motivic string parts. The old quasi-arioso kind
of recitatives of the Buxtehude type that we have seen up to this time
are replaced here by something much more operatic. Certainly the
intensity of the text has something to do with this, but also the new
discipline and organization of the aria forms demands something freer
and more contrasting in the recitatives. It is interesting that Mozart
several generations later went through this same process in his operas.
The elaborate ariosos of Idomeneo were replaced by much drier and more
musically perfunctory recitatives in Figaro.
The first few lines of text in the opening recitative are a
good example of Bach’s new found freedom. While the first several
phrases have some melodic profile, it is tied to the sense of the words.
(The little turn on the word schwimmt” the augmented sixth on the word
“sünden”) Each phrase, both in its length, but here almost more
importantly, in its range is autonomous. The strings provide a rigorous
tonal context for the wide-ranging recitative but no melodic profile.
When the intensity and direction of the ideas becomes fully formed, the
music goes into a rigorous aria form. In both of our arias here, that
form is a da capo, one that is not so common in the earlier Bach
cantatas.
The second aria with oboe obbligato is one of the first great
oboe arias. The wonderful and inspired associative logic of the material
in the first ritornello is so natural that one must be reminded that
this style is still relatively new to Bach. While all of the musical
ideas, the “sighing” in the word ”seufzer” and the hollow open fifth on
the word “stumme” generate from the text, there is a structural rigor
that is, of course not present in the recitatives. Bach has taken from
the world of opera the idea that a recitative is perfect for random
thoughts and the aria is the perfect form for the time when these
thoughts become organized. The aria has an interesting feature that the
end of the B section degenerates into a secco recitative only to be
brought back into control by the da capo.
The second accompagnato has a certain rigor at the cadences,
not found in the first that very much sets up the sense and sound of the
following aria. While the first aria has a kind of soaring almost
keening quality, the second aria is melodically almost a mirror
opposite. The huge opening ritornello of twenty four bars shows Bach
reveling in his new-found structural control. Two or three years earlier
he would not have even attempted such an edifice. The B section ends
with a striking foray into the subdominant giving the whole movement a
kind of vulnerability and softness that is a perfect setup for the
denouement of the introduction of the chorale.
The chorale movement is the section that underwent the most
changes in the various versions of the cantata. The obbligato is written
variously for viola, cello, viola da gamba and violoncello piccolo. The
first version, for viola, is the one most often heard today. It is the
most simple melodically and has none of the ornamental detail of the
later cello version. Martienssen’s published version with the cello
changes incorporated into the viola part is a good solution. As with
the best of Bach’s pieces in this genre, the obbligato is a wonderful
catchy tune, here based upon the first few notes of the chorale. It’s
marvelous open-hearted quality is a relief after the inward looking
intensity of the first two arias.
The final aria with oboe and strings is introduced by another
accompagnato. The aria is a da capo but is so brief that it is hard to
make work as a closing movement. Particularly odd is the lack of a
closing ritornello. There is something to be said for playing again the
opening nine bars at the end of the piece to provide a fitting
conclusion.
Today's performance is by the English Baroque soloists and soprano Magdalena Kožená under the direction of Sir John Eliot Gardiner in St. David's Cathedral, Wales, in 2000. Enjoy!
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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(Silver Fox here, fellow babies.)
Ever since Skip and I torpedoed... I mean, *retired*... the o...
A few recommendations...
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This is an article by Kathy W. that I really liked on Gather.com.... well
worth reading, and following some of the links, even.... Dad's Brain, which
tells...
Today, My Toaster Spoke To Me
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*Today My Toaster Talked To Me*
Today my toaster spoke to me,
Of all of the things that she could see --
A spoon-rest, the stove
The microwave,
the mi...