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.