…something she liked. I’ll never forget watching this with her as it unfolded, more than 36 years ago.

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It’s August! People seem to idolize July as far as summer goes, but for me, August is where summer’s at. In August the temperatures start to moderate just a bit, and the shadows get longer just a bit earlier. The darkness starts arriving noticeably sooner, and the cool nights also start showing up again. But there’s still a lot of summer left when August rolls around. It’s 31 days of summery goodness.
Here’s a song about August (though it’s not really about August, I suppose), by the ever-amazing (even if she is dating a friggin’ Chief) Taylor Swift.

I continue to be excited about the increasing likelihood that I will actually see humans landing again in my lifetime. It’s been an awfully long time.
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I don’t think I’ve featured Alexander Borodin in quite a while! Time to rectify that with a piece I’ve featured before, and will feature again, because it’s just that good.
First, though, a question: Who is an artist whose output you adore and dearly wish there was more of it? An artist to whom you would give that time-turner thing from Harry Potter or give access to HG Wells’s time machine, if only so they could give themselves more time to produce their art? For me, the answer would be Borodin. Every piece of his that I’ve heard makes me want to hear more…and yet, one can sadly listen to just about all of his output in just a few hours–a day, at most, if one takes breaks.
Borodin wasn’t just one of the great Russian composers; he was also a chemist by trade and he was quite a good one, good enough that his day job as a chemist allowed him to live comfortably, keeping composition as a hobby. Anyone who has ever used a day job to fund their daily life while they pursue a hobby would be envious of the degree to which Alexander Borodin was able to accomplish things with his hobby: while he was a renowned teacher of chemistry and did important research work in that field, in music he is one of the immortals.
David Dubal writes, in The Essential Canon of Classical Music:
For the rest of Borodin’s relatively short life, stealing precious time for composition was an unsolvable problem. He was absentminded and disorganized, and that, added to this wife’s ill health, her relatives, her cats, and his medical and chemistry students, made for a frantic domestic life. In addition, colleagues at the medical school laments his frequent absences to pursue trivialities. The good-natured Borodin seldom refused to give of his time or do a favor.
Sadly, Borodin only lived to the age of 53, when he was suddenly stricken while dancing at a ball and died within minutes. How I wish he’d had more time! His output is not large, but oh, what an output it is. Again, Dubal:
His music is the most lyrical in spirit of the Russian Five [a group of prominent Russian composers whose work formed the basis of the Russian nationalistic school, comprised of Cesar Cui, Mily Balakirev, Modest Moussourgsky, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, and Borodin], and his melodies possess a delicate “oriental” atmosphere. His compositions have a special sweetness as well as a legendary character. In highly charged and picturesque music, Borodin idealized the savage life of the Russian steppes. His pieces have the allure of blazing Tartar blades and Arabian steeds in the heat of battle. It is music that leaps forward and seductively whispers mysterious romances in the slow movements.
Borodin’s music is exotic and wondrous, suggestive of familiar emotions in unfamiliar lands. It’s music that almost makes you smell the cookfires and hear the snorting of the beasts as they charge.
This work is one of his most famous excerpts: the Polovtsian Dances from his opera Prince Igor. Borodin died before he finished the opera, and even though Rimsky-Korsakov made a game effort in completing it based on Borodin’s sketches, the opera has never really made it to the repertoire in the west, owing to its difficult nature and the fact that it’s in Russian, a language relatively few singers learn. But the overture and the big show-stopping Act II number, the Polovtsian Dances, are staples of the concert stage. The Dances are often performed with the choral parts omitted, but in honesty, I just have never been able to reconcile myself to the Dances as a purely orchestral work. The chorus adds so much character, even though I have no idea what those folks are singing.
This performance of the Polovtsian Dances is from a staging of Prince Igor in full. I also find the choreography here enchanting. The Dances, in the story, are a tableaux that is performed by the Polovtsian Tribe for the captive Prince Igor.
Last weekend, The Wife and I attended the Sterling Renaissance Festival. We went by ourselves and The Daughter stayed home, because we didn’t want to board the dogs overnight; but never fear, The Daughter was able to use the third ticket today. In fact, she’s there as I write this.
I took a ton of photos that day, so let’s just get to them. More are available on this Flickr album, including some images that I didn’t revise in Lightroom.








The Renaissance Faire continues to be a pleasant mix of the old and comforting with the new and exciting. I didn’t see as much of the Festival’s cast interacting with the attendees in impromptu displays of Elizabethan-inspired improv this year, but there was still quite a bit of that. Also, we seem to eat less at the Festival than we usually do. Lunch was a turkey leg (and I managed to eat mine without getting barbecue sauce on my white shirt!), later we had wine slushies and She had a pickle while I enjoyed a pretzel. We stopped for fried chicken on the way home. I do admit that I had plans on a slice of cake, but they were sold out when I got back just before the evening joust, and honestly, I’m not sorry about that. Much.
The weather for us this year was nearly perfect: low humidity, temperatures in the mid to high 70s, and decent breezes through the wooded Festival grounds. I continue to be amazed at my adaptation to heat as I get older. Years ago wearing overalls to the Faire would have been unthinkable, and yet, here I was!




And now, another year is over. Next up for us, Festival-wise, is the Erie County Fair, and then about six weeks after that, we’re off to Ithaca. This is a wonderful time of year.
I think I’m becoming a fan of the band The Killers. I don’t know much about them yet, and I’ve only listened to one album of theirs all the way through, and it’s not even a studio album. But I’ve heard enough to know that I have a new addition to my list of Concerts I’d Attend If I Had A Time Machine: The Killers’ appearance at the Royal Albert Hall in London in 2009. They led off with one of their biggest hits, the unbelievably ear-wormy song “Human”, which has a magnificent beat, a melody and a chorus that are catchy as all hell, and lyrics that don’t make a whole lot of sense but really, who cares about that. So. Feel like dancing? Here are The Killers.
From a walk at Buffalo’s Canalside and the Military and Naval Park a couple weeks back, the USS Little Rock presented a particularly nice look. I was there early enough that the sun was reflecting off the water in between the ship’s starboard side, casting a wonderful shimmering dappled effect on the hull. I like that because of photography I am starting to see what light is doing, in addition to just seeing where light is.


The shift in thinking about photography, from capturing images or subjects to capturing light, has been one of the most fascinating parts of this entire enterprise for me.