We’re deep in snow now, a couple of feet now built up over the ground outside my studio and coating the trees, making the evergreen limbs bow deeply . When I go outside there’s wonderful stillness, the blanket of whiteness muffling all sound. There’s a very meditative quality in big snowfalls as though time even trudges slower through the deep snow
‘Tis beautiful.
I don’t feel like writing today. Feel like painting. Here’s an atmospheric song from June Tabor, accompanied by one of my favorite guitarists, Martin Simpson. It’s called Scarecrow and is wonderfully understated. The quiet and the pauses give this song great weight. Like the morning after a big snow.
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