If I added something about a blog post, it would truly be a postscript, wouldn’t it?
We were excited when David showed us an Instagram photo and said our picture had gone around the world. He follows Kings College, Cambridge and found a shot taken while we were in St. Thomas church before Evensong began. We were aware that a photographer was working in the chancel area and taking pictures of the directors of the choirs. Looking at it on his phone, we imagined we saw ourselves. When we blew it up, we realized the back of the church was showing. We had been in the 6th pew from the front, so we couldn’t have been in the background. Oh, well. This shot is a good one of Cleobury and Hyde.
While walking toward the beach in Stony Brook, John noticed the whitecaps in the distance. I zoomed so far that I failed to include the Game Cock Cottage, which should have showed on the right. The temperature was 34 degrees (just above freezing), and the wind was blowing at 19 miles per hour. I walked under similar conditions for 20 years and hardly ever noticed it. When I commented on that, John reminded me that we are five years older now. That never occurred to me!
Mehrling Muse 
I always enjoy your regular updates, Anne. Personally, I like the way we rarely notice annoyances, inconvenience or discomfort in hindsight. I used to think such is a preview of Heaven.
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That’s a great thought.
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Oh well..You are famous to us
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Aha! Thanks!
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Anne,
I think I spot John and David in that picture. The picture did travel at least half the world- you are indeed famous. It is surprising that you never noticed the icy temperatures for 20 years and now felt it- John was probably right. What is the Game Cock cottage?
Susie
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I’m not sure what the cottage was used for. It was moved to the beach before we moved to Stony Brook, and everyone always called it the Game Cock Cottage.
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I think you are cold because now you are used to southern temps, and the cold of LI Sound air is a lot more biting than mountain coolness.
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Actually, I didn’t get cold while walking near the beach, but I was pre-chilled from being in the B house. They don’t believe in heating or cooling.
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Darn, fame just escaped you.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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LOL!
xxx Humble Hugs xxx
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Lovely photos and post Anne!
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That blue water is beautiful, but brrrrrrr!
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The water would be cold now, but it will warm up. Mountain streams don’t.
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That’s nice fresh and clear water in the mountain streams as well. Bet you can see yourself in it.
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Water in a mountain stream won’t stay still enough to act as a mirror. You can see stones under the water, though.
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That would be nice to see … nice clear water, though I am surprised in the alcove at the Detroit River, you can see right down to the stones and acquatic plant life in the water. And that is a large body of water. Our Creek at Council Point Park is so murky you can’t see anything in it.
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All I remember seeing in West Tennessee waterways was mud.
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And the water is murky – I don’t know how the waterfowl can drink it.
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you are such inspiration for me-choirs and water, how wonderful!
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The organ was impressive, too. It made us jump a couple of times.
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Now that you’re world famous, will you still have time for us little people? The ones who knew you way back when… 😉
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Bloggers are the big people in my on-line life. What would I do without you?
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