Dawn of a New Day
Careful now.We're dealing here with a myth.
This city is a point upon a map of fog;
Lemuria in a city unknown.
Like us,
It doesn't quite exist.
~ Ambrose Bierce
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I love the fog.
I love to watch it float past my living room window, where I might sit in a chair and just see it thicken and grow until the view outside is completely obscured.
It's like the world is wrapping you lovingly with a soft, quiet gauze. Fog makes you look inside, too, because there's nothing to see outside.
I took this photo when I awoke, early in the morning, from my living room window. This time, the fog was disappearing to the glow of the rising sun. I thought it was such a soft and pretty sight, and that this music would suit it perfectly: Simone Dinnerstein playing the Aria from Bach's Goldberg Variations (to which I was introduced by a friend, thank you so very much).
I hope you like this. I think it is perfect fog watching music.
8 comments:
Wonderful photo! I love the fog, too. We usually get quite a bit this time of year, because we live on the banks of a river. Not much, yet, though. And as for the Goldberg Variations, I have a recording of Glenn Gould playing that I've almost worn out. Yes, it pares perfectly with a lovely "pea soup" fog.
I like that photograph. Funny you should mention the Goldbergs, because in your post yesterday you were talking about fearing the loss of your mind when you got old, I think, and I was thinking how I did not fear that because for ten years I have been studying and playing a game called go which creates a lot of synapse firing and it's about all I can do to buck up my chances. Well, for the first five years or so of studying this game, I had built a little Japanese-themed study dojo and during those five years I always studied in there while listening to Bach, either the Goldbergs (my mom had given me an orginal double-album set when I was a little kid) or the Cello Suites. I eventually settled mostly into the Suites, but the Goldbers have been a part of my life since I was a kid on into my forties.
Hi willow,
It's funny, in my little SF-centered mind, I must think that we have the market on fog. Lol. Although it can be pretty spectacular and dense, or wispy and filled with droplets.
I like the Glenn Gould version too, but this one to me is more delicate, more expressive and slower. Compare the two and listen for the differences.
It's my favorite part of the whole Goldberg Variations. I can listen to this repeated for a long time.
Beautiful music, I loved it :-)
I like the photo and the myth behind it. Very good music as well.
Hi b,
We had overlapping comments here, while you were writing to me, I was answering willow.
I think losing your cognitive ability, losing control of your emotions, losing hope, all of those things run together to me. But I hear you, we all want to do whatever we can to keep our minds working and thinking in as many ways as we can.
What surprises me about some people when they get older is how much they lose interest in lots of things. I wonder why that is? I would assume that if you love go, then you'll continue to play it all the days of your life. But some people are not like that. They just stop.
I'm glad you and I are in agreement on the music, too.
Hi carol,
I'm so happy you liked that piece. It's very soothing, isn't it?
Hi phivos,
That is an interesting and appropriate quote. I don't know a lot about Ambrose Bierce but he certainly hit the nail on the head with that quote. Today, the sky looked nothing like that photo in the morning. Clear and sunny and no fog to be seen.
Beautiful - I love the fog and it's one of the things I miss most about San Francisco! xoxox
Oh, I do love this music. I love fog, too. Every morning on my way to work I drive over a little bridge and a creek. For about a week or so the creek and the hills around it have been fog shrouded. Lovely.
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