In my younger days I alway loved the music that was described as “folk”.
Perhaps it was the gentleness of the genre, but I was a sucker for it, even if the cynical lens of hindsight now tells me it was like white bread, highly refined and bore only a loose resemblance to the products of the ancient crafts. Heck, I still enjoy it, so that may explain why my first shot from yesterday brought the Weavers to mind. The Weavers were a folk group dating all the way back to 1948, and their most famous member was Pete Seeger.
But the song that triggered all this nostalgia was a gentle ballad called “Wild Goose Grasses” or “In Tarry Town”. If you would like to hear it, click here. When first I got to these grasses, there was just grass. But then it seemed to sprout a crop of wild geese all honking their alarm to wake their slumbering relatives and warn them of the intruder.
Beside the grass there was a narrow creek and as I crept over to it, an amazing variety of waterfowl began a hasty withdrawal. It was a little like the Dunkirk evacuation fleet … vessels of all shapes and sizes withdrawing from enemy territory.
At home, I set my camera on a tripod with the wireless remote trigger, scattered birdseed in my focus zone and waited. Nothing but sparrows.
I hope you’ve all been good and are on Santa’s list.