Song for Friday...some sweet harmony

The other night Tom and I went to see a concert at the 

beautiful Alix Goolden Hall.

(archive of Sarah Harmer playing here)

I've blogged about this place a few times and 

it never disappoints.

  It's an old Anglican church turned concert hall,

filled with gorgeous stained glass windows,

cast iron balcony rails and a massive pipe organ.

On this night we went to see a comeback of

The Be Good Tanyas who haven't performed

 together in 3 years. 

It was a real treat to hear their lovely harmonies again

and so here's a little ditty for you...
This song was written by Frazzie Ford (one of the Be Goods) about her
childhood in a Doukabour community in B.C.

Have a pretty  weekend all.

Wordless Wednesday...

Song for Tuesday...for LOVE...

For whatever love story that you believe in...

Happy Valentines Day all...

May it be filled with sweetness and light.

Jane...

If asked who I would like to meet of any person, living or not

hands down it would be Jane Goodall.

Aside from being an incredible voice for the saviour of primates 

around the world, I think she would be most interesting to spend a day with.

At 77 years old, she still traipses around the jungle for hours,

crouching amongst the chimpanzees, as well as 

traipsing around the world to bring education to everyone 

from small children to some of the top governmental officials around.

It amazes me what she has achieved in her life as a person

without a scientific background.

It is only through her passion to connect with our closest living

relative, that she has accomplished what she has.

And so my little tribute...

introducing...

Jane.

If you have about 13 minutes you should watch this

interview from 60 Minutes a few weeks ago.

If I had a chance to sit and sip tea with Dame Goodall,

I think I would like to ask her about her childhood and what

inspired her to go out and do the things she did.

Imagine being a young, white British woman and 

deciding to go off roaming the jungles of Africa!

What ever her drive, we are all the better for it.

Book review...

There were many stories that came out of Germany during WW2 but this one is very different.

Taking place in the present as well as in Berlin and Paris during the outbreak of the Nazi takeover,

it tells an intriguing story of two friends caught up in the madness.

But it also tells a story of their jazz band and the problems of being of 

African-German and African American in a place where tolerance was limited.

The book takes you to the Paris of those days as well to meet up 

with greats such as Louis Armstrong and Bill Coleman.

It's the story of betrayal and redemption.

Well written, well researched.

 

 

Wordless Wednesday...

Colours of the seaside...

It was a warm spring-like day on Thursday...

A good day to search the shore for pebbles, sea glass and driftwood.

Look at the grain on this snapped off piece of wood...

Tiny cockle shells huddle together in between the rocks...

Of all the sea life which attaches itself to the rocks, I must say that these are my favorite...

...like something from an Arthur Rakham illustration,

they are the strangest looking things.

Goose neck barnacles.

They remind me of dragon toes...edible too!

 Nestled up against beautiful, dark mussels...

At the entrance to this crevice there is a work of art in progress...

 The hues remind me of aged bronze.

In fact it is just layers of slimy goo from algae.

The lichen on some of the rocks out in the open is of the most brilliant rust colour...

Typical picture of Griffin...always up for a swim!

Up top on the cliffs, the view was lovely as ever...

My mind turns to thoughts of warm summer days, kayaking, strolling the cliffs.

Welcome thoughts in the midst of the usual grey.