Tuesday, June 9, 2020

family, Boston, Ken Pope Instrument Repair

A few finds left over on the i-phone, and a trip for trombone repair to Ken Pope.

From Susan and I's visit to Williamstown and the
Clark Institute
This is, I believe, the 6 House Pub

A birthday celebration for Susan, with Alex and Carter

In Boston, with Louis Stewart, taking a walk.  North End

Old North Church ("one if by land....")

Tombstone at Copps Hill cemetary.

And, several weeks later, walking in North Weymouth, at Webb Park

Yellow Warbler

Louis Stewart,  roomate at NEC (1967), friend and performing peer of many concerts.

When a Robin acts this curious, you have to take his portrait.

Ah Haaaa!  Tuna Fish Casserole, first one I've made in maybe 40 years.
If anyone wants the recipe (Laurie Wauchope's)...
It was my go-to meal when Lou and I were room mates.

In Jamaica Plain, at Ken Pope Instrument repair (his lovely back yard garden).

and the incredible shop.


A triple horn (F,Bb,F) by Schmid

Ken re-soldering a brace on my Shires.
My favorite Ken Pope story:  I had a job with the Westerly Chorus (RI), and while staying overnight,
had a laptop computer fall on my trombone, resting on the floor, completely demolishing the entire
valve assembly! (look at all that stuff under his hand in the picture above, including the two valves hidden).).  I called Ken the next morning (Friday), and he said bring it right away.  He managed
to re-assemble the entire section and make it playable in two hours.  It was a miracle.
I was able to drive back down to Westerly and play the concert that night.  

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Recent walks, birds, etc.

I haven't done a blog in a while so here are a few recent shots.
This is the Ovenbird ("Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher")  which one hears
throughout New England in early Spring.  You can spend years never seeing one, the blending in
is so perfect, but this one  wandered into my back yard!

Common Yellowthroat ("I'm so sweet, I'm so sweet. I'm so sweet!")

Baltimore Oriole.  

My everyday feeder at home, the American Goldfinch.

On my visit into Boston to visit Louis Stewart, I saw this in the harbor.
It is for sale, by-the-way. 
A group of us could invest, .......
Steel Hull, powered rigging and sales.
Price not quoted.

On Sunday Scott, Cheryl, Alex and Carter joined us at Burrage preserve, a huge
cranberry bog turned into a nature center. 

Always with the masks, to protect Meema and Grandpa


Gorgeous wild Blue Flag

Blooming lily pad

"Breeeeet!"

This is a Carolina Wren, hard to tell, because he, or she, is so pale,  perhaps a youngster.
Call is the definitive "Wichita, wichita, wichita!"