The latest installment of
Time Capsule: 1969
A 60-Something Looks Back At The 60’s
has been posted to Medium.com This one is called
…and was prompted by an unexpected find in my own “Time Capsule” from an earlier generation…
The latest installment of
Time Capsule: 1969
A 60-Something Looks Back At The 60’s
has been posted to Medium.com This one is called
…and was prompted by an unexpected find in my own “Time Capsule” from an earlier generation…
I’ve published another installment to:
Time Capsule: 1969
A 60-Something Looks Back At The 60’s
This one is about “The October Moratorium” in 1969, and is the third installment recounting my first month at The George Washington University.
Hey, this is getting to be a pretty regular/weekly thing. We’ll see how it goes next week…
This morning’s sunrise in West Bumfuque. Shot w iPhone and edited in Lightroom. Not sure the rendering does justice to the actual experience, but it was worth a try…
Like the rest of the world, I awoke to the news this morning (I read the news today, oh boy?) of Sir George Martin’s departure from this earthly plane:
George Martin, the urbane English record producer who signed the Beatles to a recording contract on the small Parlophone label after every other British record company had turned them down, and who guided them in their transformation from a regional dance band into the most inventive, influential and studio-savvy rock group of the 1960s, died on Tuesday. He was 90.
The New York Times obituary mentioned several songs that are regarded as among the breakthrough recordings that Sir George produced with the Beatles during their tenure at EMI / Abbey Road Studios in the 1960s.
So, naturally, I skipped over to Spotify and assembled a playlist of those breakthrough songs:
RIP, Sir George. Words fail, let the music speak for you…
The castle ruin show at the top of this post is Barnard Castle in County Durham, northern England.
The photo was taken at 8:30 PM on June 2, 2013.
I have been thinking a lot lately about… the light. At that latitude, at that time of year – late spring, three weeks before the summer solstice – the sun doesn’t set until after 9:PM.
The treasured “Golden Time” when the sun rests just above the horizon – shining it’s yellowest light and longest shadows – can last like two hours.
On this particular occasion, that meant that I had enough time to walk almost entirely around the grounds and see this edifice from numerous angles. I just kept walking, and shooting. As I walked west, from the nearby village, I found a bridge that went over a stream. I crossed the bridge and made the shot above from that angle, using the stone wall of the bridge in lieu of the tripod I neglected to bring with me (stupid).
It was already 8:30 PM… but the sun was nowhere near setting yet.
So I just kept going. I crossed the bridge, and started walking along the stream. I crossed a green area, like a small park. There was a stone wall at the end of the park, but there was an opening in the wall, and a stone step way that led down to the stream bed. I kept going.
I walked along the stream for about 50 more yards, and then found another great vantage point, composing the stream in the foreground as the final golden rays lit up the ramparts of the castle ruin:
When I was in the UK in the spring of 2013, I made a LOT of great photos in those hours before the sunset.
I got shots like these only because I had the time to follow the light.
I am jonesing for this light again.
I need to make reservations soon….
I’ve published another installment of the Primary Project:
Time Capsule: 1969
A 60-Something Looks Back At The 60’s
This one is called “Exit Marty,” and is a continuation of the tale told in the prior installment, “Enter Jennifer.”
Try this for an accompanying soundtrack:
Did you see the Series Finale of “Downton Abbey” last night?
Everybody gets a happy ending. Yay.
Then we wake up Monday morning and it’s back to Trump and Hillary, etal. Yuck.
I thought I recognized the location that was used for “Brancaster Castle” – the sprawling estate that the Granthams visited to meet the mother of Edith’s finance, Bertie, aka the “Marquess of Hexham.” The location is Alnwick Castle in Northumberland, England. I haven’t been there but I did recognize it immediately as a location that also served for some scenes of ‘Hogwarts’ in the first couple of Harry Potter films.
The whole subject reminded me of my travels in the UK and I took a look for the first time in quite a while at the slide show I made of some of the photos from the trip that I took there in 2013 (when I discovered the whole “Portals of Stone” thing).
It’s making me want to go back again in the spring…. <*sigh*>
That’s my friend Beth Richardson, holding a hot-off-the-press copy of her new book:
Christ Beside Me, Christ Within Me: Celtic Prayers. (Learn more about the book: http://
…and that’s one of my photos on the cover.
The photo was taken at place on the northern tip of the Isle of Skye in Scotland called “The Quirang” – when Ann and I were there in the fall of 2012. You can see more of the photos of this spectacular location here, and here’s the original photo:
…and we really need to pay attention:
The work continues (however slowly…) on my primary endeavor these days:
Time Capsule: 1969
A 60-Something Looks Back At The 60’s
The new chapter is called “Enter Jennifer.” It tells the story my arrival at the George Washington University, and my first encounters with “Jennifer” – the girl with whom I would become obsessed for the rest of semester.
As with the other installments, this one is also published via Medium.com.
Find it here: Enter Jennifer