The silence was immense last night as the snow shed its blanket from above. The creek bed is so beautiful with its radiant white glitter from the sun. The deer awaits, the cardinals gather, the hawk soars above the silent woods. A special time; one of wonder. One that makes one humble and amazed.
PUEBLO PEAK |
Comments I jotted down from Kenny Barron, noted jazz artist in November.
" Take a sequence, repeat it, lengthen it." (on improvising)
"Space is a part of music."
"Innovating is just doing it."
"You find something when you don't expect it."