The Kilburn White Horse

No music video.

Simply reminiscing about that cold, windy day above the Kilburn White Horse. I believe that was one of the first outings we had together. I was completely lost geographically and emotionally. Today, while reading Stonehenge: A New Interpretation of Prehistoric Man and the Cosmos, John North, c. 1996, I happened to be reminded of the Kilburn White Horse. John North was talking about the Uffington White Horse. I, of course, had no idea which "white horse" we had seen that cold, blustery, windy day, but a bit of googling and it was not hard to find.

It seemed like it took forever to drive to it, but google maps show it to be quite close, in retrospect, to Pateley Bridge. Like so many times in my life, I failed to take full advantage of what the local area offered. I was blessed that you took me so many places.

For England, though, it was a long drive: the 29-mile drive would take an hour, according to google. And an hour of driving seemed to be an eternity for me in those halcyon days when I preferred to be walking. The map shows we would have driven through Ripon (the cathedral town; Arvo Part's Te Deum, the movie Lord of the Rings) and through Thirsk, one our mutually favorite towns, and one we visited "enough but not enough."

I will leave it at that.

Walk On By --

Walk On By, Diana Krall

And, Of Course, Not A Day Goes By ...

... with time, some evenings become more difficult. Some memories do not die.

I am reading the new Salinger biography by David Shields and Shane Salerno. I would get so much enjoyment exploring his WWII experiences. But so it goes.

All I can say is that not a day goes by ...

If You Close The Door, The Night Could Last Forever ...

After Hours, Mo Tucker, Velvet Underground

Not A Day Goes By ...

It's been a long time since I have posted anything here.

I just got back from a cross-country trip (Dallas, TX, to Williston, North Dakota, and back). Lots of time to think.

Even though I'm not posting here much any more, it doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you. Not a day goes by ....

I'm not posting here much any more because there's not much more to say that hasn't already been said. I spend a lot of time on my "music site."

Tonight I'm listening to:

Velvet Underground, Self-Titled (1969)

I think on a cool, rainy, dark Yorkshire winter night, you we would enjoy this album, sharing a warm cup of hot chocolate.

By The Time I Left Yorkshire For The Last Time ...

... I was listening to Leonard Cohen's Ten New Songs almost constantly, along with Norah Jones debut album.

Tonight, I come back to Leonard Cohen. Not a moment goes by that I'm not thinking of you.

That Don't Make It Junk, Leonard Cohen

I tried to love you my way but I couldn't make it hold.

Sunday Morning

Good morning, ---

I'm sitting here, Sunday morning, alone with my music. And then Norah Jones comes on, "Come Away With Me" and I'm transported back to Yorkshire. Yorkshhire breakfast. Ripon Cathedral. The abbeys. The drive home. The Yorkshire bridges.

Not a day goes by that I'm not thinking of you.