Sunday, 1 July 2018

Her Voice Must Be Heard


Posted from AA 4416 heading to La Guardia. Busy.   

A more detailed look at one of the Theatre Crawl shows, Her Voice Must Be Heard. A black #MeToo perspective about being a woman of color and the object of sexual abuse. The cast was brilliant. I'll add more detail about the company when we're at the hotel.     




Saturday, 30 June 2018

St. Louis Theatre Crawl - Intro


Late post today. I started shooting at the St. Louis Theatre Crawl last night, fell asleep as soon as I got home, and there was too much family stuff on Saturday. This is from something called The Statement of Randolph Carter by a new group, Theatre Macbre. I think it had something to do with H. P. Lovecraft.

Gotta get back to work.       

Red roses in the green vineyards

.

Roses planted in a vineyard??
If you are from rural Italy or France or California you probably know about this tradition.
But it was news to me when our tour guide pointed it out on June 12, just as the scene was quickly  disappearing from the bus window.
We were traveling through the Jerusalem Hills, west of Jerusalem.

He explained the roses as an early warning system.
Roses are more susceptible to the same type of fungal disease (e.g. powdery mildew and downy mildew) than the grapevine. 
So if there are signs of trouble on the roses the farmer knows that action needs to be taken soon or the grapevines will be infected next. 

I later read on a European website: 

Another reason I have heard is that in addition to being a ‘canary’ when the vines were worked with draft horses or oxen,  roses encouraged them to turn properly at the end of the rows because of their thorns, ensuring that the working animals weren’t tempted to cut a corner and damage the last vine.
Or this from Australia:

. . . many a vineyard manager would smile at this quaint romantic notion. Their job is more sophisticated than watching the roses bloom. In these days of modern technology roses are planted at the rows end for purely cosmetic reasons, but don't let that spoil another great story...

Some time ago in the Hunter Valley in New South Wales I quizzed one of the “old timers” in the area about the same issue. His response left me wondering whether or not he was “having a lend of me”.
In the early days of grape growing, before any mechanisation, the vineyard work was completed using horses and horse pulled equipment. The best source of strong “draught horses” were the local coalmines where any pulling work involved horses.
Sadly the distance underground was so far that the horses used were stabled in areas deep underground and, while they were very well cared for, their eyesight eventually became a casualty of the environment. The period horses were kept underground was mercifully short but permanent damage to their vision occurred. As the horses were “traded out” the local farmers and grape growers sought to utilise their great strength and stamina, particularly working with ploughs in vineyards where the rows were quite narrow.

Now the reason for the roses at the ends of the rows, as explained by this particular veteran, was to let the ‘blind’ horses know when they reached the end and it was time to turn. Roses in the Hunter Valley constantly bloom almost all year. I was never able to convince myself either way with his story; Australians can be very straight-faced when “spinning a yarn”. I will leave it up to you to decide.

Friday, 29 June 2018

Friends And Neighbors


I don't know what to say. Whatever floats your boat, as the saying has it. That's part of the idea behind the Pridefest Parade.

New assignment tonight and tomorrow. It's time for the St. Louis Theatre Crawl. More than thirty local theater groups give brief performances as the audience rotates from one to another every half hour, taking their pick from an artistic buffet. I'm one of the volunteer photographers.              

Saturday, 16 June 2018

All The Time


Nephew's is a bar near the baseball stadium. I doubt that everything that goes on in a bar promotes the good of mankind. However, the owner is dabbling in theology and philosophy while overlooking the Holocaust, any war you care to pick, what happened to people before clean public water and sanitation systems and death in childbirth. 

There has been a debate for millennia about how God could be all-knowing, all-powerful and all-merciful, and yet allow the suffering that pervades the world. It's known as the problem of evil.  So you could have some irony with your Budweiser. Or maybe this blog is just getting too heavy.          
Trusted by over 5 million users.