Busy, busy, busy
Jun. 12th, 2010 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustI haven't been posting much, because we've been busy. Since the Mysteries, there's been a week (maybe ten days) when I wasn't much at my computer, we've been out playing a lot. And then another week when I've been home and at my desk most of the time, and every time I looked at my computer it reminded me of a job that had to be done. Either way, not posting much. Not complaining, either - it's been a good busy, visiting family and going to concerts and movies, and the work's been a good thing, too: successful projects taking up time... Oh, and I had a cold, as well, which was not so good. I hate summer colds. But by now I'd almost forgotten about it, so it can't be that bad.
As a result of all the busy, things that I might have posted about have fallen along the wayside. A memorial service (after which a Bear commented to me that he'd been surprised to discover that while he had no problem singing hymns, he couldn't manage the National Anthem), a crowd of green-winged orchids in a corner of a recreation ground, an evening at Unity Folk Club, an afternoon of performances by students on the Newcastle University Folk degree (so that we, as audience, were part of their final examination), Peau d'âne (a rather odd movie), a medieval fair at the local church - not to mention family visits and another concert and things which were entirely enjoyable but about which I don't have anything to say.
Just one thing, then, because it was unplanned. After the folk degree shows, we were due back to the Sage in the evening for a performance of Alistair Anderson's Steel Skies (yes, it was wonderful, and I was still woozy with cold, and spent much of it drifing off on beautiful music). We had a gap of several hours between the two, and it was a beautiful day, so we went for a walk.
Upstream from the Sage on the Gateshead side of the Tyne, there is alleged to be a Sculpture Park (or a Sculpture Trail, or...) There are certainly sculptures, because some of them are visible from the road, and we had seen these. Now we set off on foot, and were rewarded with sculptures we'd never seen before: Rise and Fall is a great shining arch by the start of the trail (and a comparatively recent addition; we could easily have missed Sally Matthews' Goats, they are by now so deep in the indergrowth; and deeper in still, halfway down the bank and overgrown with young trees, this timid egg, Andy Goldsworthy's Cone. I'm not surprised we'd never spotted it before, look though we might.
It's a lovely thing: click through the picture to Flickr, and then choose 'All sizes' to see the large picture, which shows the texture of the cone, made of steel plates layered together like the segments of a pine cone, an acknowledgement that this green riverbank was once the site of a foundry. Another time, if I were wearing boots rather rthan going-to-concert shoes, I might try to get a closer look at it.
As a result of all the busy, things that I might have posted about have fallen along the wayside. A memorial service (after which a Bear commented to me that he'd been surprised to discover that while he had no problem singing hymns, he couldn't manage the National Anthem), a crowd of green-winged orchids in a corner of a recreation ground, an evening at Unity Folk Club, an afternoon of performances by students on the Newcastle University Folk degree (so that we, as audience, were part of their final examination), Peau d'âne (a rather odd movie), a medieval fair at the local church - not to mention family visits and another concert and things which were entirely enjoyable but about which I don't have anything to say.
Just one thing, then, because it was unplanned. After the folk degree shows, we were due back to the Sage in the evening for a performance of Alistair Anderson's Steel Skies (yes, it was wonderful, and I was still woozy with cold, and spent much of it drifing off on beautiful music). We had a gap of several hours between the two, and it was a beautiful day, so we went for a walk.Upstream from the Sage on the Gateshead side of the Tyne, there is alleged to be a Sculpture Park (or a Sculpture Trail, or...) There are certainly sculptures, because some of them are visible from the road, and we had seen these. Now we set off on foot, and were rewarded with sculptures we'd never seen before: Rise and Fall is a great shining arch by the start of the trail (and a comparatively recent addition; we could easily have missed Sally Matthews' Goats, they are by now so deep in the indergrowth; and deeper in still, halfway down the bank and overgrown with young trees, this timid egg, Andy Goldsworthy's Cone. I'm not surprised we'd never spotted it before, look though we might.
It's a lovely thing: click through the picture to Flickr, and then choose 'All sizes' to see the large picture, which shows the texture of the cone, made of steel plates layered together like the segments of a pine cone, an acknowledgement that this green riverbank was once the site of a foundry. Another time, if I were wearing boots rather rthan going-to-concert shoes, I might try to get a closer look at it.
