Natural splendour, real musics, wines, wordpower
“Our” planet’s water surfaces are all shifting, always.
This reality is not always readily apparent.
It is, however, strikingly evident when one looks across a substantial intertidal zone when the tide is “out”.
This post’s musical component is Surface Level III – a particularly beautiful piece from Appearance, Chris Abrahams’ 2020 solo piano album.
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Near the northern tip of New Zealand’s North Island is the so-called Ninety Mile Beach”.
It is no less magnificent for its actual length – “only” 88 kilometres.
Musically, today offers a sublime, spacious, shore-inspired instrumental solo, plus an also-spare song which depicts a lovely state of mind:
lost in a seagull’s flight
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Make sure you first see/read (and listen to) #56 in this series – this post is a sequel to that.
Same New Zealand place, same North American song…very different results.
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Two of many definitions:
the appearance to the eye of objects in respect to their relative distance and positions
a way of thinking about something
Geographically, today’s and tomorrow’s posts involve the same location, on the same autumn 2019 day – just minutes apart, with camera pointing in much the same direction
Musically, they address the same song, as recorded in 1958 and 1956, respectively, for the same label.
Each, however, is remarkably unlike.
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The English word and the Arabic word can be translated, directly, as each other.
In either language, however, this “simple” word has an enormous number of different meanings, nuances, layers…
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Believe it or not, the world capital of Steampunk is an “ordinary” coastal town, three hours south of Christchurch, on New Zealand’s South Island.
The Guinness Book of World Records has “proved” this, as explained here.
Comments closedNot long ago – within my own 65 years, I think – the ground on which I stood at 12.30 pm on March 17, 2019 – would not have been visible, much less fetchingly clad in lichens, mosses, et al…
One CommentThey were ducks, not geese, they were not “in chevron flight”, and they were almost certainly not beginning a seasonal migration.
Nonetheless, a certain longtime-favourite Joni Mitchell song leapt into my head.
Comments closedThese Pacific Ocean waves are breaking between Lion’s Head Rock and the shore of Sandfly Bay, on New Zealand’s Otago Peninsula.
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