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(Oops.  I got so wrapped up writing this this morning that I forgot to tag the relevant posts for this week’s digest – I thought I’d done that already. It should have included the first two posts below (Jeff T and Melrose Abbey)  Doh!)

I’m sure there’s a better name for this recurring missive, but despite my vaunted creative genius that’s the best I’ve been able to come up with so far.

I am pleased to see that there have been a notable number of new subscribers to this list in the past week – which is even more notable because I don’t know who any of you are.

Most of the subscribers to this list are friends and family – people with whom I have had some form of personal contact since I started the list several years ago. But lately, I’m seeing new subs from people I don’t know, whose e-mail addresses I don’t recognize,

I recall reading somewhere that your ‘fan base’ isn’t really growing until it begins to spread beyond the people that you know personally – so it is gratifying to see that my reach has begun to grow organically beyond a certain inner circle.

I am involved in several realms of creative endeavors.  My most recent business card (I make up new ones all the time) identifies me as:

Paul Schatzkin

…and each of those categories represents some measure of both accomplishment and aspiration.

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The Joy Of Making Music:
Jeff Thorneycroft

Jeff Thorneycroft at The Family Wash, Nashville – Jan 14, 2014

JeffTOlympus OM-D E-M1 w Olympus 45mm f/1.8, ISO 1600, 1/45sec @ f/1.8


It’s been a while since I’ve had an assignment to photograph a live performance, so it was nice to start the New Year out with a chance to shoot my friend Jeff Thorneycroft as he played bass with Tom Mason and The Blue Buccaneers at the Family Wash in East Nashville last week.

The Family Wash is not my favorite place in town to shoot a live performance.  No, I take that back, it is my least favorite place (along with several others…) to shoot a live performance.  There’s really no stage lighting whatsoever – just a few bare bulbs hanging over the center of the stage, in such a way that the featured performer on the front of the stage is actually back lit.  And those that are back on the stage are lit mostly from above, which can cast some pretty nasty shadows.

But, hey, my calling card says “capturing the joy of making music – regardless of the lighting conditions.  Yep, that’s my job!

So I brought my very fastest lenses with me – my 17mm, 45mm, and 75mm, all f/1.8 (these are Olympus Micro 4/3s lenses, their 35mm equivalent focal lengths are 35mm, 90mm, and 150mm).  And since I don’t like to push my cameras past 1600 ISO, I didn’t even feel like I could afford the the loss of a stop to f/2.8 in order to use my 12-40 (24-80 equiv) or my fancy new and hardly-used-yet 40-150 (80-300 equiv) zoom lenses.

But there was one moment when I situated myself in the hallway toward the back of the stage.  Jeff turned around to make eye contact with the drummer and fiddle player… and I got the shot! Several of them, in fact.  And there are some good shots of pirate Tom Mason and the rest of his scurvy crew, I’ll post some of those starting next week.

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The Cloister at Melrose Abbey

I’ve been submitting some photos recently to a Facebook page called Scotland From The Roadside, which is a very active and popular page that features all manner of scenic images form all over Scotland.

I submitted a couple of my landscapes to the page and also to Instagram, so that they would show up here as well.

Then last week I opened my primary photo editor (Lightroom) and it came straight up to this image of Melrose Abbey taken on my trip to the UK in the spring of 2013.

The village of Melrose was my first stop on that trip. I spent three nights in a lovely B&B within walking distance of the town center and the abbey ruin. That afforded me the opportunity to spend a LOT of time in that one location, which explains why I have so many photos of it (only a fraction of which have I shown here or anywhere else).

This angle is looking out of the main church sanctuary into what was in the 14th-to-16th centuries an enclosed quandrangle where the monks could repose themselves for quiet meditation.

Melrose Abbey, from the Nave to the Cloister. May 2013GPS Coordinates 55.5980° N, 2.7310° W
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The Quirang
Isle of Skye

Another recent submission to the Scotland From The Roadside page.  This is “The Quirang,” a craggy valley on the northern edge of the Isle of Skye:

The Quirang – Isle Of Skye, Scottish Highlands @IsleOSkye @visitscotland @GreatBritain
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Portals of Stone:
Fountains Abbey

It seems important to remember that the monks and masons who built these enormous cathedrals were dedicated to the contemplation of the infinite and eternal.They are truly monuments to the spiritual foundations of Western Civolization.

The entire (still evolving) collection from “Portals of Stone 2014″ is here.

The West Gate of @FountainsAbbey in Yorkshire, England – October 2014@GreatBritain @GetOlympus @Welcome2Yorks

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Approaching The Isle Of Skye

I’ve been sharing some photos to a Facebook page called “Scotland By The Roadside.”  There are a lot of very talented photographers on that page.  Lately their posts have reminded me how glad I am I don’t live in Scotland in the winter.

This is a photo from our trip to Scotland in October, 2012, from just after we crossed the big bridge on to the Isle of Skye:

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Just over the bridge, coming into the Isle of Skye in the #Scotish #Highlands – October 2012#Scotland #photooftheday #thebest_capture #ig_masterpiece #nuriss_tag #awe_inspiringshots #pro_ig #global_highlights #igworldclub #ig_select #editoftheday #capture_today #waycoolshots #featuremeinstagood #igcapturesclub #ig_masterpiece #ig_great_pics #tweegram #picoftheday #instadaily #jj #beautiful #bestoftheday #followforfollow #f4f #like4like #likeforlike
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Fountains Abbey Upside Down In Space

This is actually the first in what will be a short series of similar composites.

The genesis of this series started at Sweetheart Abbey in Dumfries/Galloway.  I’d been on a hill above the abbey ruin waiting to see what the sunset would do for me (not much), but when I came down the hill and thru the abbey yard toward the car park (that’s English for “parking lot”), I noticed a street lamp reflected in a puddle in the walkway.

After that, I started seeing puddles every where, and set up compositions in anticipation of doing what I did with that one.  Here’s one from Fountains Abbey:

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Fountains Abbey in #Yorkshire, illuminated by electricity and starlight
The Illumination of @FountainsAbbey in Yorkshire, England – October 2014#Medievalworld #Medieval #stonebuilding #castle #fortress #abbey #ruins #instatravel #travelgram #photooftheday #thebest_capture #ig_masterpiece #nuriss_tag #awe_inspiringshots #pro_ig #global_highlights #igworldclub #ig_select #editoftheday #capture_today #waycoolshots #featuremeinstagood #igcapturesclub #ig_masterpiece #ig_great_pics #picoftheday #instadaily
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Rudolph the Red-Nosed Snowman and Chestnuts Roasting on Harumpha-Dum-Dum

Spoiler Alert: Seasonal Misanthropy (aka “bah humbug”) ensues:

If you are a sentient creature who actually leaves his domicile during this time of year, I’m sure you’re familiar with this experience: you walk into your favorite restaurant, store or coffee shop, and your ears are immediately pierced by a familiar recording emanating from the store’s sound system. It’s familiar because it’s the very same song you heard in the last shop you were just in.  And will hear again in the next shop you go to…

Hey Santa, can I borrow your headphones?

Hey Santa, can I borrow your headphones?

And so it goes for, oh, about two months at the end of every year.  Or as one friend observed as I was composing this screed, “I audibly groan when I hear the first Christmas song when I’m strolling by the Halloween candy…”

I realize that it’s a stretch, but by the middle of December, my own apocalyptic mindset finds it hard to separate the expressions “Christmas music” and “fascist conspiracy.”

It may just be that “fascist” is my default descriptor for all things grating or unpleasant. Calling something “fascist” is one of the easiest and most and dismissive epithets our language offers.  But, rightly or wrongly, that’s kinda where I go when I observe repetitive conventions that are practiced in the service of commerce: I feel like I’m being subjected to not-so-subliminal thought control.

So while I readily acknowledge that calling Christmas music a “fascist conspiracy” may be a tad over-wrought, there is still something genuinely disturbing about the Teutonic lockstep by which we are subjected to a redundant torrent of (mostly) insipid music everywhere we go during this reflective time of year.  

Tell me you don’t agree:  that there is nothing like hearing Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” over and over again to take all the wonder out of Christmas.  Why, just the mention of that tedious tune is enough to send a malevolent ear-worm eating its way into your brain, isn’t it?? 

Now, if you’ve read this far, you may find it hard to believe that I actually like a lot of the music that comes with this time of year.

What drives me nuts is hearing the same blasted songs over and over again.

So this is not an absolute invective against any kind of seasonal, turn-the-page, peace-on-earth, goodwill-toward-men sonic celebration.  I think it’s a good idea to pause for some reflection before the beginning of a new year, and I am entirely capable of getting into the holiday spirit.  Hell, I bought my girlfriend a lovely pewter candlestick for Christmas back in 1969 (and she still has it!).  

And music certainly has a role to play in prompting that mood of seasonal introspection. But every year, the sonic gates open for a two month deluge of extraordinary popular delusions (and yes, the madness of crowds) that starts the day after Halloween.  

Yes, I know Santa Claus is coming to town.  And you know what he can bring me?  A pair of noise-canceling headphones.

For me, the issue here is not the music itself, but how its constant repetition subverts its benefits.

Before you write me off entirely as Scrooge incarnate, consider this illustration of my quandary:  Every year for the past more-years-than-I-can remember (or actually care to count), Ann and I have made a pilgrimage to the beautiful Christ Church Cathedral in downtown Nashville to attend Dave Pomeroy’s “Nashville Unlimited” Christmas concert. This is precisely the kind of occasion for which Christmas music is ideally suited, and over the years this event has raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for the Room In The Inn shelter and programs.

Every year Dave’s show concludes with the Nashville Mandolin Ensemble (RIP, Butch Baldassari) playing a nearly all-mandolin rendition of the traditional “Carol Of The Bells.”  And when I hear that, I think to myself, “OK, now it can be ‘Christmas’…” 

But that momentary ebullience gets pretty well beaten out of me over the course of the next couple of days, when I go to my favorite coffee shops and restaurants and hear the same half-dozen tunes played again and again.

Let us pause here for a moment to empathize with the hapless souls who work in these establishments, where decrees from their Corporate Overlords leave employees little choice but to endure the aural onslaught or seek employment elsewhere (where, of course, they will be subject to the same oppressively redundant playlist).  Every time I’ve broached the subject with somebody behind a counter, the inquiry produces a similar grimace-and-eye-roll.

Why, just yesterday, the guy behind the fish counter at the grocery story was whistling “Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer.” Clearly, his brainwashing was complete. I decided to get chicken instead.

These endless repeats of the same old songs – even with the jazz, R&B and hip-hop variations that are thrown into the mix – serve as a constant reminder to just how out of control the whole season has gotten.

When you hear holiday music occasionally – like at a special, seasonal concert with a charitable purpose –holiday music can be a pleasant reminder of a ‘special time of year.’  But when you hear the same fucking songs over and over again… I can’t speak for you, but I start to wonder if I’m in the middle of a totalitarian nightmare, a sonically-induced Forced March to the Gas Showers of Compulsory Goodwill, where the only viable escape route is to buy something. 

Could these objections just be a “boomer thing”?  By which I mean: Maybe it’s just that I’m old.  I’ve been listening to this shit for 60+ years now. Maybe that’s why it’s wearing a little thin.  Maybe multiple decades of the same old songs has made them tiresome.  But really, there should be some sort of ‘statute of limitations’ (short of actual death). 

Do others in my age bracket, similarly exposed for more than a handful of decades, share any of these sentiments?  I mean… is enough enough, or have we not yet had our fill of chestnuts roasting on an open fire?

Maybe we can take a clue from our Puritan forebears: They recognized the pagan origins of the holiday, found no Biblical justification for it observance, outlawed the practice, and put transgressors in stocks for celebrating Christmas.  

Locking celebrants in the pillory for observing Christmas seems a bit draconian now, but at least in the 17th century they didn’t have to listen to the music for two months.  



This Is Progress?

If you recognize these people, you're a "boomer."

If you recognize these people, you’re a “boomer.”

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what might be found under the broad and general heading of “exploring the cultural legacy of the generation born between Hiroshima and Dealey Plaza.”  

My generation, in other words.  The “boomers.”

There might be more to come on this broad and general topic. For now let me try to put these ruminations in the context of this week’s Big Story:  You could comfortably argue that one of the “legacies” of my generation generation (I was born in 1950) is the now undeniably revealed practice of “enhanced interrogation techniques” that has finally and quite rightfully been described as “torture.”

You know, like we only see in movies…. NOT.

We think we are so civilized, with our running water and electricity, our motorized transports, our pockets full of gizmos, our elevated use of language and visual communications.

And yet, when fear takes center stage, as it did after 9/11, we devolve into practices that are positively medieval.  We have met Ramsay Snow, and he is us.

And here’s the truly disturbing thing about these revelations from my perspective: these reprehensible practices were encouraged, sponsored, developed, and implemented by elements of the same generation that thought they were going to “Give Peace A Chance”  (i.e. George W. Bush, born July, 1946).

This is the kind of paradox that can only be observed with a slap to the forehead and a loud “Whathefuckingfuck??”

And of course, I’d like to think that I, personally, am above such atrocities that are committed in the name of my safety and security.  But the fact of the matter is that while all this was going on, Ann and I were avid fans of the TV show “24” – a program that went to great lengths every week to justify precisely the forms of conduct we are condemning now. You can’t help but feel that makes you complicit on some level.

The same generation that gave us “C’mon people now, smile on your brother.” has also given us water boarding, stress positions, sleep deprivation and the latest incomprehensible vulgarity to be injected into our vernacular – dare I say it? – “rectal feeding” – two words that should probably never been seen in the same sentence, let alone the same phrase.

How do you reconcile these contradictions, other than arriving at the conclusion that decades may pass, but ‘nothing really changes’ ?

Technology marches right along.  The humans that create it still dwell – emotionally, at least – in caves.

I think my wife succinctly expressed the consternation – failure? -  of my generation recently when, in response to some item in the recent news – ISIS, drones, some other malevolent force – she simply said, “you know, I really expected that by the time I got to this point in my life we’d have some kind of world  peace…”

I think a lot of us expected that, in the 60s and parts of the 70s.  And then the 80s came along and we all went off to Wall Street (or it’s Main Street equivalent).

On the one hand, I suppose I can argue that my generation laid the ground work for whatever progress has been made in civilization.  On the other hand… well, just read a newspaper.

This is progress?

I don’t really have any answers.  Sometimes you just have to take a few minutes and ponder the questions.

I wonder if any of my contemporaries are wondering the same things.  C’mon, all you high-school classmates on Facebook… tell me: are you thinking about these things too?