Looking Back at Summer 2009 One Last Time

First day of Autumn.

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date"
-- Shakespeare - Sonnet 18
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Franck Pourcel (1996) - La Mer (Trenet, 1946)

Remembering Erich Kunzel

And the Southern Cross rides high...
That blaze in the velvet blue.
They're all old friends on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
They're God's own guides on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.
- Rudiyard Kipling, L'Envoi

Erich Kunzel
American-born founding conductor of
The Cincinnati Pops Orchestra
(21 March, 1935 - 1 September, 2009)
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Erich Kunzel and the Cincinnati Pops (1986)
Beneath the Southern Cross (Rodgers, 1951)

Lest We Despair and Fear Obamacare

Contrary to President Obama's arrogant-speak, we, as God's creation and contigent beings, can never assumed and claimed to be in partnership with Him in matters of life and death.

Let the name of God be blessed forever and ever,
For wisdom and power belong to Him.
It is He who changes the times and the epochs;
He removes kings and establishes kings;
He gives wisdom to wise men
And knowledge to men of understanding.
It is He who reveals the profound and hidden things;
He knows what is in the darkness,
And the light dwells with Him.
To You, O God of my fathers, I give thanks and praise...

-- Daniel 2:20-23
New American Standard Bible

Jouissance vous donneray

Jouissance vous donneray
et vous méneray
Là où prétend
Votre espérance
Vivante ne vous laisseray
Encores quand morte seray
L'esprit en aura souvenance
L'esprit en aura souvenance

-- Clément Marot (1496 - 1544)

The Caffeinated L'Envoi

My testing of Google's new beta Caffeine search engine on the word "L'Envoi" has percolated this blog to position number 8 out of the top 30 returned citations. Wow! By contrast, the current decaf search algorithm displayed this blog as number 33 on the search list.

I'll have another cup of joe. The new Google blend, please. Thank you.

How High the Moon

Les Paul
guitarist, inventor of the electric guitar
(9 June, 1915 – 13 August, 2009)

The sun descending in the west
The evening star does shine
The birds are silent in their nest
And I must seek for mine
The moon, like a flower
In heaven’s high bower
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night
and you, Les
--with apologies to William Blake

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Les Paul, guitar(1968)
How High the Moon (Lewis,1940)

For I Have Found My World in You

Victor Young
American-born violinist, composer,
arranger, and orchestra director
Posthumous Oscar for Best Music 'Around the World in Eighty Days'
(8 August, 1900 - 10 November, 1956)

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The McGuire Sisters (1957)
Around the World in Eighty Days
(Young & Washington)

Around the World in Eighty Days
Music: Victor Young
Lyrics: Ned Washington
Vocals: The McGuire Sisters (1957)

Around the world I've searched for you
I traveled on when hope was gone to keep a rendezvous
I knew somewhere, sometime, somehow
You'd look at me and I would see that smile you're smiling now

It might have been in County Down
Or in New York, in gay Paris or even London town
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you

(Interlude)

It might have been in County Down
Or in New York, in gay Paris or even London town
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found (I found) my world in you

Some Pics from Colorado and Utah

At Top of the Rocky Mt NP,CO (12,183 Feet)

On the Durango to Silverton Narrow Gauge Rail, CO

Sunrise, Moab, UT

Rocky Mountain High, Colorado

Our group be heading up to Rockies of Colorado on Tuesday next. If there are no deviations from the itinerary, on place we will trek to is the headwaters of the Colorado River at the Rocky Mountain National Park.

On Father's Day and First Day of Summer, 2009

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Norrie Paramor (v Patricia Clark) 1960
Theme from 'A Summer Place'

Summer Days
Wathen Marks Wilks Call (1817–90)

In summer, when the days were long,
We walk’d, two friends, in field and wood;
Our heart was light, our step was strong,
And life lay round us, fair as good,
In summer, when the days were long.

We stray’d from morn till evening came,
We gather’d flowers, and wove us crowns;
We walk’d mid poppies red as flame,
Or sat upon the yellow downs,
And always wish’d our life the same.

In summer, when the days were long,
We leap’d the hedgerow, cross’d the brook;
And still her voice flow’d forth in song,
Or else she read some graceful book,
In summer, when the days were long.

And then we sat beneath the trees,
With shadows lessening in the noon;
And in the sunlight and the breeze
We revell’d, many a glorious June,
While larks were singing o’er the leas.

In summer, when the days were long,
We pluck’d wild strawberries, ripe and red,
Or feasted, with no grace but song,
On golden nectar, snow-white bread,
In summer, when the days were long.

We lov’d, and yet we knew it not,
For loving seem’d like breathing then;
We found a heaven in every spot;
Saw angels, too, in all good men,
And dream’d of gods in grove and grot.

In summer, when the days are long,
Alone I wander, muse alone;
I see her not, but that old song
Under the fragrant wind is blown,
In summer, when the days are long.

Alone I wander in the wood,
But one fair spirit hears my sighs;
And half I see the crimson hood,
The radiant hair, the calm glad eyes,
That charm’d me in life’s summer mood.

In summer, when the days are long,
I love her as I lov’d of old;
My heart is light, my step is strong,
For love brings back those hours of gold,
In summer, when the days are long.