Somehow our friend Jane managed to pick me out from a choir of 60 and orchestra of 15 during our Messiah concert December 3rd, Fredericksburg. Even Nick thought that looked like him on violin, but no, that’s a stand-in. Notice the trumpeter, biding his time, until the trumpet shall sound.
Same piece, same place, opposite direction, the night before the concert.
Karen H and I each won a mug for placing in our age groups at the Fredericksburg Blue and Gray Half-Marathon. My 9:53 pace was better than several recent attempts at this distance.
Marty checks the dates of James Buchanan Duke, 1856-1925, before we enter the chapel to hear a wonderful performance of Handel’s Messiah. Thanks to Jan, who’s been in the choir many years, for our great seats right up at the front.
Running Thanksgiving morning in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania: the Walnut Street Bridge, c.1890.
portrait & group photo by Elspeth
Lynchburg, Virginia, Sept 30th, with Karen H & Lisa A before the race, and me afterwards trying to keep up the Waffle House breakfast tradition. At a 10:12.4 pace, this was my 26th and slowest Virginia Ten-Miler, but it still got me 3rd place in my age-group.
We had a few days at the beach in early August. We all rode bikes, we walked, some of us went running at sunrise, we sat on the beach, played in the sand, ate and drank. Wore plenty of sunblock and needed lots of insect repellant for the wildlife refuge. No sunburn or shipwrecks and nobody drowned. We also saw a big NASA rocket launched (see separate page). Various photographers. You can hover on the edge of a photo to a show description and pause the slideshow — then un-hover to resume the slideshow.
Here’s our new three-legged table, created by our next-door neighbor Jack Murray and presented to us as a gift. I had been saving that hunk of oak in the garage for 15 or 20 years, intending to try some woodwork myself. Deciding I was never going to get around to it, rather than put it on the firewood pile I asked Jack if he’d like it for his own woodworking hobby. Thank you, Jack!
The wildlife camera took a thousand pictures over three weeks in June. We were looking for shots of the deer eating the snowball flowers. Only just noticed this one. Red-shouldered hawk? Hawks have often nested in our tall trees and we hear their screaming regularly, but don’t as often see them clearly, or near the ground.
