ode to autumn
When I was in New York City for the NEA Institute in Classical Music and Opera, I wrote that I missed my backyard.
This is why. Trees. Grass. Earth.
I love fall.
Especially on sunny, cool days.
Come back for these upcoming posts:
Singing, (almost) the greatest physical pleasure
Alexander Zemlinsky. Who he?
Behind the scenes at the RPO.
Confessions from Skitty.