One heckuva snowstorm today. It swirled and buffeted the air and just painted the whole scene white with flakes and wind and cold. We did get close to 10 inches and I didn't shovel till Wednesday mid-morning and then I only did the driveway and one shovel width on the sidewalks to my contiguous neighbors, who did not bother to shovel their walks. It was much more fierce than the beautiful snowfall on the day dad died, a month and 13 days ago. Time is passing swiftly.
I am in tears after listening to this incredible piece of heart-wrenching journalism and its connection to my father, who loved this work, immeasurably and with his whole being. Thank you Melissa Block for your unerring and inimitable skill at drawing out the marrow from an extraordinary artist like Bill T. Jones and his beautiful recollection. Yes, I believe he told his father many times that he loved him. This work is a profound testament to that connection. Thank you NPR, once again for just being there and telling the stories that need telling and sharing.
Choreographer Bill T. Jones recollection of his father and hisWinter song, "Der Leiermann" from Franz Schubert's song cycle,"Die Winterreise".
On our walk tonight, in bone chilling weather with a slight wind that cut through you, the streets were bare of people and cars. Utter silence and quiet other than blowing snow. I got a flash photo of Dancer, felt the Carol Taylor pressure to get a pic of her, outside the fence posts along the boundary of Milltown Park. To date, have close to 30 likes for this rather blurry but chilly photograph.
and then, along Nicholby Drive, where the light pole shone through the blowing snow and cast a glow on the roadway and my steps and the trees and houses alongside the barely traveled thoroughfare. It was an arresting image.
and then, along Nicholby Drive, where the light pole shone through the blowing snow and cast a glow on the roadway and my steps and the trees and houses alongside the barely traveled thoroughfare. It was an arresting image.
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