Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Thanksgivng, part 2: for the beauty of each hour of the day

Both my daughters are tremendous singers. No, really. They are superb. Oh, they have the vocabulary of today’s music. But when I listen to them play around with phrases of songs that are more traditional, songs that were part of their (my?) youth, for years on end – I dissolve.

I’m not in Wisconsin right now. Thanksgiving, en famille, is south of the state border. Much to be written and considered and photographed, but it all has to be put aside. Cooking (and music) come(s) first.

Here, let me post this still life of an alive moment. (It’s part of tomorrow’s dinner.)

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