Saturday night musical interlude

My grandmother watched Lawrence Welk on Saturday nights. I didn’t appreciate it the way she did. I didn’t appreciate it at all, to be honest.

Thinking about that made me wonder if my granddaughter will appreciate my musical tastes.

(This first one is a bit long, but go with it. It rocks.)

So here’s a sampling of what this granny has been listening to on a Saturday night.

Grace Potter and the Nocturnals remind me of this past summer. M and I saw them perform at XPN-Fest in Camden, NJ. (You don’t want to get lost in Camden. Just saying.)

Into the woods

(On the Buckeye Trail. December 2007. © Robin)

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

~ John Muir

We woke up to a clear, cold day, the sun shining like crazy. The temperature was 20 degrees (F). M and I decided to take a hike on the small piece of the Buckeye Trail near where we live.

This is my favorite kind of hiking weather. I love how blue the sky looks in the winter, and how crisp and fresh the air feels and smells.

It was a good way to start out the month of December, before things get messy (as they will tonight with a snow, sleet, and rain mix).

I tampered with this photo in Picasa. Changed it to a focal black & white. It’s still overexposed but doesn’t look nearly as bad as the color version. I wasn’t able to get the shot I wanted of the sunlight streaming through the trees. The sun was too bright, the air too clear, and the angle all wrong. Plus my partner in hiking has strict instructions from me not to wait for me when I stop to take photos. That way a one hour hike doesn’t take all day. I usually have to run to catch up with him, and it’s better for me if I don’t stand around taking pictures for too long while M gets a mile or so ahead of me.

I think I’ll spend some time this weekend learning to use Photoshop. It’s here, taking up space on my computer. I ought to at least look into it.

(The pond, with a thin layer of ice, this morning)