|Fripp Island marsh cropped to wheat field|
|Fuller view from Peggy Yaya's deck|
Whenever I return to the arrogant landscape of my birth, the big sky and flat terrain bellow without shame, "You know, don't you, that Kansas represents the standard topography from which all other landforms are mere variations?" Mere. Simple, ordinary, minor.
Mozart composed fourteen piano variations on the simple French tune known to English-singing children as Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Like landforms, not one of them is mere. Musically speaking, each is magnificent as a geological terrain. A prairie, a marsh, a foothill, a mountain, a canyon, a cliff, a forest, a dessert, a swamp, a mesa, a beach, a reef, a rock, or a dune, to name fourteen of them. To listen to Mozart's variations is to experience fourteen musical moments of pleasure. Almost enough for a lifetime. If any of my family ever reads this, Mozart's Variations on Twinkle would be suitable funeral music for me. And don't forget Chopin's Opus 39, Number 2, played only by Arthur Rubenstein, no one else. Just saying.
Three pelicans flying low over the marsh started this reminiscence, wings pumping in unison, bodies remaining level. They vanished into the grass without a trace, later to emerge like a new idea. The secrets of the marsh are beginning to reveal themselves. Chapter one of forty-four down. dkm
|Doesn't actually go with this post, but cool shadows on the marsh, not? JR will like this:-)|