[Extra] Ordinary

This video commemorates an annual autumn party at our good friend’s home, Dale and Pamela DuVall. They sang for us acappella on their deck as we applauded from a fire circle. The images are from that day’s walk September 22, 2016. These are the ordinary events that makes our lives so rich in friendship.

Cardboard Caravan

I was at Eugene, OR’s Holiday Market and videoed these talented young musicians tucked away in the vegetable section of the Farmer’s Market. I loved their intensity, their country funk sound with the eerie sound of the saw violin soaring over all.

I posted a clip on Facebook, which they saw. At their request, I made them this little promo video based on what I had on hand.

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Austin Bertak – tenor banjo
Rooster – guitar
Helen Long – accordion
Saxon Hidgon – saw
Nolan – wash tub bass
Max O’toole – slide guitar

You can lay a like on them here:

https://m.facebook.com/cardboardcaravan/

October Friends

OCTOBER FRIENDS 

This video is a personal documentary of a weekend spent in Ashland, Oregon, Oct. 2, 3, 2015 with:

  • Peter and Sandy Jensen, Eugene, OR,
  • Richard Heinberg and Janet Barocco, Santa Rosa, CA,
  • Michael and Barbara Cecil, Anna Celestino, of Ashland, OR, and
  • Sandra Lindley, Phoenix, OR.

“Ashoken Farewell” is the music played by Richard Heinberg, Violinist. All photography (except the last group frame by Janet Barocco) by Sandy Brown Jensen.

 

 

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NOW, BLUE OCTOBER

Now blue October, smoky in the sun,

Must end the long, sweet summer of the heart.

The last brief visit of the birds is done;

They sing the autumn songs before they part.

Listen, how lovely – there’s the thrush we heard

When June was small with roses, and the bending

Blossom of branches covered nest and bird,

Singing the summer in, summer unending-

Give me your hand once more before the night,

See how the meadows darken with the frost,

How fades the green that was the summer’s light.

Beauty is only altered, never lost,

And love, before the cold November rain,

Will make its summer in the heart again.

Robert Nathan (1894-1985)

Love Tyler

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I was driving past Cush Espresso House in my neighborhood yesterday, and i saw a threesome singing on the front patio next to the street. I turned around, parked, walked up and asked if I could video a song. The young lady, who turned out to be Love Tyler, said, “Sure, as long as you put it online.” No problem!

I happened to have my i-Supr 8 filter running on my video program, so the video came out looking like a home movie from the 1950s. I like the honesty of it–Love Tyler and the Boyz singing their hearts out there on the side of the street with cars going by…

You can hear more of Love Tyler at soundcloud.com and reverbnation.com.

Fire Dancer

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My niece, Maya Brolutti, has battled three different autoimmune disorders from the time she was quite young–even younger than her 21 years right now. Twice this year she has danced fire poi at family gatherings. Most recently, she spun fire for our Christmas Eve festivities.

I took her in a back bedroom, turned on my recorder, and asked her what learning fire poi has meant to her and her healing journey.

This video is a rough cut, as digital stories often are, but it catches the immediacy of her thinking, which I love.

This video is an interview with Maya Brolutti, Fire Dancer.

Old Growth Friends

At the end of 2012, I was doing three things at once: visiting the old growth forests of the Olympic Peninsula, reading The Wild Trees by Richard Preston, and reconnecting with my old friend Laurence Cole and his partner Deanna Pumplin in Port Townsend.

Also running in the back of my mind was a project I’m doing with a colleague Merrill Watrous; she is developing an assignment for her education students in which they create a digital story about a book they have read that makes connections with their own lives.

All of those came together in this digital story celebrating Laurence Cole as an “old growth friend.” In this video, he and Deanna are seen comfortably at home singing a song Laurence wrote called “Trees Grow Slow.” Slow down, plant your roots, and just listen.

Fall in th’ Whit

The chilly nights over the weekend snapped the park trees to flaming color.

I went out for a walk yesterday (Oct. 7, 2012) and took a long-cut through the Whiteaker Community Garden. I took a couple of hundred pictures, but I whittled them down to this four minute slide show.

The occasion of falling into the drenched colors of autumn seemed to call for Mary Oliver’s poem, “The Summer Day,” in which she asks, “Tell me, what are YOU going to do with your one wild and precious life?”

It also seemed to call for one of my favorite songs by Laurence Cole and the Songshapers, “Can You See the Beauty?”

This is about slowing down for four minutes and slipping away into your quiet place of beauty, poetry, and song.