Saturday, August 27, 2011

Corn Festival

Today was the 31st annual Corn Festival in Shippensburg, PA (read about the history of the festival here). They block off King St. from Spring St. to Prince St. and basically hold a big, overgrown street fair with crafts, food, and musical entertainment. It was definitely a mob scene today...


There were plenty of craft and food booths to look at...




After several hours of wandering the booths and waiting for people to clear away in front of several of my favorite views, and after a good lunch (a chicken wrap and fresh-squeezed lemonade), the first outlying band of Hurricane Irene made an appearance, and I decided it was time to go home...


Of course, those of you who are regular readers of this blog know that I took a lot more pictures than these few, but I couldn't do justice to them in this format. There were shots of the musical and dance groups, more crafts, the wool spinners and the blacksmith, and even the Corn Clown. So I put together this slide show and backed it with the "Hoedown" movement of Aaron Copland's Rodeo. You definitely get a better idea of the scope of the festival. Enjoy!


© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Monday, August 22, 2011

A Drop-Dead Gorgeous Day

A cold front blew through yesterday and took all the heat and humidity with it. Today is just a drop-dead gorgeous day - blue skies, puffy white clouds, clear blue distant mountains.





Fall is coming. Can you smell it in the air?

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Wildflower Portraits

A few things seen walking around on the Dykeman Walking Trail and in the Dykeman Wetlands Park today.

White Campion

Unknown but very photogenic flowers

Jewelweed

Daisies

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Trial by Public Opinion?

It appears that the furor over the jury's verdict in the Casey Anthony trial continues, especially on the Internet. Popular opinion is running strongly in favor of the theory that because most of us find her distasteful she deserves to be punished, and the jury should have factored in that dislike. I even saw one person in a comment thread on Facebook write that public opinion should have more of a place in the judicial system.

I don't think I've ever seen or heard a more ignorant opinion! Our jurisprudential system works on the rule of law, not on mob rule. You're tried by a jury of your peers, and that jury comes to its decision based on evidence presented by both the prosecution and the defense. And if you don't like the jury's decision you can appeal to the next higher level in the appellate system.

In the case of Casey Anthony, the jury decided that the prosecution didn't make its case. They didn't declare her innocence, they declared that the prosecution failed to prove she killed her daughter. The lack of evidence as to the cause of Caylee Anthony's death cast reasonable doubt on the prosecution's case that she was deliberately murdered by her mother. This is how cases in the United States are tried: on the evidence. Not on wishes, hunches, and wannabes, but on provable, observable evidence. Cold, hard facts. Public opinion has no place in the courtroom, only evidence.

People have been hysterically keening that our judicial system is broken because Casey Anthony has gone free. On the contrary, this case proves that it works very well indeed. William Blackstone, in his Commentaries on the Laws of England (1765 - 1769), considered the backbone of judicial philosophy and practice in Great Britain and North America, wrote what has since become known as Blackstone's Formulation: "...better that ten guilty persons escape than that one innocent suffer." This in turn derives from 12th Century legal theorist Moses Maimonides' exposition on Genesis 18:23 - 32, where he states (referring to God's promise to spare Sodom and Gommorrah for the sake of ten righteous men), "it is better and more satisfactory to acquit a thousand guilty persons than to put a single innocent one to death." This legal philosophy guarantees that care is taken to approach each case with a fair and balanced mind. That someone some of us think is guilty occasionally slips free is only further proof that Blackstone's Formulation is in operation and the system is far from broken.

For those who seriously think that public opinion should carry some weight in a court case, consider how badly that approach has worked throughout history. The most famous is the case of a certain itinerant rabbi in 1st Century Palestine, one Yeshu'a ben Yosef; he wandered throughout the area urging the people to be better neighbors, to feed the hungry, care for the sick, house the homeless, forgive those who offend you, etc. Unfortunately there were people who considered this rabbi a threat, and during the Passover week blindsided him and captured him, taking him to their Roman overlord, the procurator Pontius Pilate, accusing him of treason against the Roman Emperor. Pilate examined the evidence and came to the conclusion that the rabbi was guilty of nothing more than annoying some pompous religious leaders. But those leaders were adamant that the rabbi be punished. So Pilate decided to put the question to the people, in this case the crowd gathered in Jerusalem for the Passover holiday. And they, pumped up by those offended religious leaders, shouted "String 'im up!"

Mob rule declared Yeshu'a ben Yosef, who we now know as Jesus, guilty and decreed his execution. An innocent man was killed because the existing judicial process was abandoned for public opinion, and that ruling has resonated down through history.

Now... Do you really think public opinion should have any place in a courtroom?

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Folk Meteorology

Folk wisdom has it that sitting cows means rain coming. These cows last Saturday had it exactly right. And they must be sitting again because it's raining again. After the hot and dry July we had, this is good news.

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Saturday, August 06, 2011

Heartland in High Summer

I took a walk down the other direction on Possum Hollow Road this morning before the heavens opened up and we got some much-needed rain.

The Amish farm across the road

A panoramic view of South Mountain

The train crossing on Possum Hollow Road, with South Mountain in the background

Cornfield and rail-side grain depot

And what better song to go with this than Peter Ostroushko's "Heart of the Heartland", here played live by Peter with the Guy's All-Star Shoe Band on A Prairie Home Companion in 2004.


Photos © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

PS: I also just put up a post on Duke Ellington's "Caravan " on the Just A Song blog. You are cordially invited to check it out!

Monday, August 01, 2011

Carousel

I was pretty sure this one would work as a black & white.

And here's some appropriate music - "The Carousel Waltz" from Rogers & Hammerstein's Carousel:


Photo © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Shippensburg Community Fair

It's Fair Week here in Shippensburg, and like all summer fairs in farming country, the Shippensburg Community Fair emphasizes four things - cows...



tractors...



rides...



and food provided by every church and volunteer organization in the area.


There are also garden produce and home goods, but those areas were still closed when I was there at lunchtime. So I'm going back after supper tonight so I can get shots in the Home Goods buildings and shots of the rides all lit up. So there'll be a Part 2 to this post. Stay tuned!

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Thursday, July 21, 2011

A Missed Anniversary

Yesterday was the 42nd anniversary of the Apollo 11 Moon landing but I forgot about it, so I'm playing catch-up today. Above is a shot of Neil Armstrong walking on the Moon, and below is archival footage of those first steps.


And the perfect music for celebrating humanity's first venture onto a new planetary body - Isao Tomita's 1974 synthesizer realization of Claude Debussy's Clair de Lune. Enjoy!

Monday, July 18, 2011

Monday Potpourri - A Butterfly, Mandela's Birthday, and the 405

I got this macro shot of an Eastern Comma butterfly along the Dykeman Walking Trail on the way to work yesterday.

Happy Birthday Tata! Today is Madiba's (Nelson Mandela) 93rd birthday. Let's have a party!




And in honor of the disaster that never happened - i.e. "Carmageddon" - here's a short (3 min.) movie that achieved legend status on the Internet back in 2000: 405 - The Movie. Enjoy!


Photo © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Friday, July 15, 2011

Castles in the Air




Photo © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Bugs

Despite the heat and humidity I took a walk down to the Dykeman Wetlands Park and Walking Trail. The air was full of butterflies and dragonflies, and some even sat still long enough to a picture or two. No macros here (I couldn't get close enough), so all shots are via the zoom, mostly set at a focal length of 400mm. And since the light was so bright and contrasty I used my circular polarizer filter, so the colors are a bit more intense.

Meadowhawk dragonfly

Cabbage White butterfly

Blue Dasher dragonfly

Common Whitetail dragonfly

Tortoiseshell butterfly

Calico Pennant dragonfly

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Monday, July 04, 2011

An Annual Event

"... and amber waves of grain." (Okay it's still green, but it'll be amber grain in a couple of weeks.)

Yes, faithful readers, it's that fateful day again. For those of you fairly new to this blog, I have a particularly loud bee in my bonnet, and I let it out for a spin every U.S. Independence Day (aka Fourth of July). That bee is - we need a new national anthem.

I don't like "The Star Spangled Banner". It's a chest-thumping, militaristic poem about a particular battle early in our history, set to a British drinking tune, which explains why it's so hard to sing - you have to be drunk to sing it, and that rise up to the high note (... o'er the laaaaand of the freeeeee...) was where they raised their flagons high in the pub and spilled beer all over themselves. It doesn't say anything about the country, the people, and what the country is all about. All it's about is barely winning one battle. And as the character Belize says in Tony Kushner's Angels in America: "The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word free to a note so high nobody could reach it." (Yes, Francis Scott Key, the "poet" who composed the lyrics, was pro South, pro slavery, from a slave-holding family from Carroll County, MD.)

My suggestion for a new national anthem is "America the Beautiful". The words were written by Katharine Lee Bates, an English professor at Wellesley College, in 1893 after a trip from Boston to Colorado Springs. The music was composed by Samuel A. Ward, a church organist and choirmaster. Unlike "The Star Spangled Banner", "America the Beautiful" is meant to be sung in a reverent and respectful manner and actually praises America for its beauty and principles. Let's face it, it's just a much more pleasant song, both lyrically and musically, than the current national anthem.
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country lov'd,
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.
Here's a beautiful orchestral/choral setting:

Of course, those of you in the audience who know me well know that my own favorite setting of "America the Beautiful" is the one by the late, great, never-to-be-forgotten Ray Charles. And in my never very humble opinion, instead of starting sports events off with wannabe superstars butchering an already botched piece of music, they ought to use those giant video screens in every arena and stadium and play one of the many videos of Brother Ray singing this song. Like this one:


Happy Fourth everybody!

Photo and text © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Sunday, July 03, 2011

Deck Perspective

It was too hot and humid to go on much of a hike today (I had today off), so I got these macro shots of the back deck emphasizing perspective. Oddly enough, given the movement of the grain and all in this wood, these didn't work well at all in black & white. Oh well...



© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Thursday Close-ups

Wandering down around the duck ponds (which I've learned is officially called the Dykeman Wetlands Park), I got these shots.



© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

A Distinctive American Voice - In Music


Last week while working on my tribute to Clarence Clemons I got to thinking about Bruce Springsteen's music and how uniquely American it is. And that got me to thinking about a unique "American voice" in the arts in general - iconoclastic, individualistic, pulling influences from everywhere and synthesizing them into a new, unique entity. So I figured I'd do a series of posts on the "American voice" in the arts, starting with this one on music and going on to literature and the graphic arts.

And of course I start with Bruce Springsteen. I identify with him the most because he's of my generation, the tail end of the Baby Boom, growing up hearing a melange of music on the radio - old Rock & Roll, R&B, Blues, the Folk revival (and in Bruce's case, especially Bob Dylan)... All of these elements are evident in Springsteen's music. You can hear the edgier rock of Jerry Lee Lewis and the Big Bopper, the early R&B of Aretha and Sam Cooke and James Brown, and the lyricism of Bob Dylan in his music. He was part of what I've always called the Second Wave of rock, growing up listening to the first wave and after gestating while the glory days of the '60s degenerated into the Disco era, erupting in the latter half of the '70s with a new, leaner and meaner version of rock firmly rooted in the first wave but influenced by other voices.

The other thing so American about Springsteen's music is his appeal to the blue-collar middle class; Bruce's music is all about the workers, their struggles, their concerns, and their activities. Springsteen is the working man's troubadour, much more so than Dylan. In many ways a lot of Springsteen's music is like Steinbeck set to a tune and backed by a band. The perfect example of that part of his repertoire is his song "Youngstown":


But the working class concerns also show up in his good-time, all out rockers as well, the perfect example of that being his biggest hit, "Born to Run"; it's all about kids living on the wrong side of the tracks looking for a way out and into a better life - pure Steinbeck as arena rock, with a strong element of R&B from Clarence Clemons. This is Springsteen at his best!


But Rock & Roll isn't the only form of music that fosters a unique American voice. So-called "classical" music (more accurately called art or concert music; "classical" is an era within that category, from back in the late 18th and early 19th centuries and best exemplified by the Hayden family and Mozart, and early Beethoven) has fostered more than a few - Edward MacDowell, Amy Beach, William Grant Still, Charles Ives, Howard Hanson, Leonard Bernstein... But for me the ultimate "American" composer was Aaron Copland. His subject matter was most often the American heartland and its history and utilized American folk music elements as well as iconoclastic, individual twists on classic European compositional rules. You can listen to his "Appalachian Spring" in the sidebar of this blog. For this post I decided to include his "Fanfare for the Common Man" (a link with Springsteen and other American artists - an emphasis on the "common man", an American philosophical emphasis since the days of the Revolution):


Of course, the ultimate "American" music, considered by all the world as America's major contribution to the world's artistic culture, is Jazz; it's a unique synthesis of African, European, and American folk traditions. There are innumerable musicians in this category, but for me the Jazz ambassador to the world will always be Edward Kennedy "Duke" Ellington; his combination of "jungle" beat, compositional complexity, fluid melodic lines, and suave, urbane, almost European cosmopolitan sensitivity is so uniquely his that his music even transcends the "American" categorization, except for the fact that it's so American in it's blend of influences. There's a lot of Ellington music I could post here - "Take the A Train", "Things Ain't What They Used to Be", "Sophisticated Lady", "Prelude to a Kiss", etc. - but I chose this piece, "The Degas Suite", because it's so characteristic of Ellington's work: a soundtrack written in 1968 for a documentary about an exhibition of racing paintings by Impressionist painter Edgar Degas, it exemplifies all of Ellington's most characteristic compositional traits. In effect, it's all of Ellington's best music in 27 minutes. It's a bit long, but worth sticking around for. Enjoy!


Photo: View from the Oak Ridge observation tower, Gettysburg PA

Photo & text © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Thursday, June 23, 2011

On the Way Home, Again

I cut through the duck ponds and the Dykeman Walking Trail again on the way home from work this afternoon.

Mama and babies cooling off on a hot afternoon.

A Little Wood Satyr butterfly.

The Day Lilies are up. Profusely!

Daisy Fleabane

Deptford Pink, with a wee visitor.

And up on Possum Hollow Rd. near home, Baby was up and posing by the nest; I suspect he/she will fledge (learn to fly) before the weekend is over.

© 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger

Monday, June 20, 2011

Farewell to the "Big Man"

Clarence Clemons, The Big Man, along with Bruce Springsteen himself the heart and soul of Springsteen's sound. He's gone, passed away Saturday, June 18, from complications from a stroke he suffered on June 12. He was 69, and that's just too damned young!

The Boss and The Big Man were musical soul mates; they both believed that and said so publicly. Of their original meeting Clarence said this:
One night we were playing in Asbury Park. I'd heard The Bruce Springsteen Band was nearby at a club called The Student Prince and on a break between sets I walked over there. On-stage, Bruce used to tell different versions of this story but I'm a Baptist, remember, so this is the truth. A rainy, windy night it was, and when I opened the door the whole thing flew off its hinges and blew away down the street. The band were on-stage, but staring at me framed in the doorway. And maybe that did make Bruce a little nervous because I just said, "I want to play with your band," and he said, "Sure, you do anything you want." The first song we did was an early version of "Spirit In The Night". Bruce and I looked at each other and didn't say anything, we just knew. We knew we were the missing links in each other's lives. He was what I'd been searching for. In one way he was just a scrawny little kid. But he was a visionary. He wanted to follow his dream. So from then on I was part of history.
And Springsteen said this in a public press release on Clarence's death:
Clarence lived a wonderful life. He carried within him a love of people that made them love him. He created a wondrous and extended family. He loved the saxophone, loved our fans and gave everything he had every night he stepped on stage. His loss is immeasurable and we are honored and thankful to have known him and had the opportunity to stand beside him for nearly forty years. He was my great friend, my partner and with Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music. His life, his memory, and his love will live on in that story and in our band.
The music will never be the same, so much so that many are wondering now if the E Street Band will go on, or if Springsteen will go back to playing solo. Certainly there will never again be any moments like this:


Nor will there be any more experiences like this:



Rest in peace, Big Man. That proverbial band in heaven just got a helluva lot better!