Sunset Marching Practice

The most glorious sunset was spread across the western sky last Wednesday night.

Unfortunately, I was in Asheville, hurrying to meet my writing class, and there was no way I could get an unobstructed shot. Frustrating!

I got to the school where my class meets early, hoping to catch the drummers at it again, especially since (ahem) I've figured out how to do movies with my wonderful new camera.

Alas, no terrific drum riffs this time. But I did record the little kids learning the basics --

And then I found out how to get my video on to You Tube. (Oh, I'm proud of myself!)

I haven't figured out how to edit out some of the repetitious bits but in time I'll figure this stuff out . . .

You can check it out below. . . and isn't that guy in charge a fine teacher?

The Drummers

As I pulled into the parking lot of the school where my writing classes are held, I was thrilled to see that a drum rehearsal was underway. This happened last fall as well, and on some nights there were lots and lots of fancy marchers too. I don't know if it's for an upcoming parade or what; I just know I love watching -- and wish I could have recorded the sound as well because these guys are GOOD!

I love that they're of all ages . . .

I love the parents watching -- grinning and tapping their toes just as I was to the infectious beat . . .

And I love the way the big kids are showing the younger ones how it's done . . . not in a superior overbearing sort of way . . .

But with tremendous joy and enthusiasm and a shared sense of accomplishment.




Not a lot of things make me tear up -- but this drum practice did.

I'm hoping there'll be marchers too next week.

I'll be there early.