Weekly Photo Challenge – Look Up

The Grotto

The Grotto

Here’s a shot looking straight up to the sky from the bottom of the “Grotto” – a natural amphitheater on the banks of the Colorado River in Canyonlands National Park near Moab, Utah. The Grotto is the site for several music concerts held during the Moab Music Festival every year. I have been fortunate enough to attend two of these concerts in one of the most beautiful settings on Earth!

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Weekly Photo Challenge – State of Mind



Hannah Alkire plays the cello during a performance with her husband Joe Scott. Together they comprise Acoustic Eidolon – a Colorado ensemble that travels around the world playing wonderful music. This shot was taken during a concert at The Mishawaka Amphitheater on the banks of the Cache Le Poudre River west of Fort Collins, Colorado. Hannah and Joe shared the stage with the Fort Collins Symphony Orchestra. It was a magical summer and a fabulous concert.

I chose this shot because I love Hannah’s facial expression and posture. To me she reflects a state of mind that is contemplative and relaxed.

To learn more about Acoustic Eidolon, click here. If you ever have a chance to see them in concert, please go! I know you would love their music and stage presence.

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Reflections



My offering this week was taken at the Weekend of Jazz at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs last April. The beautiful Sy Smith joined trumpeter Chris Botti for an unforgettable concert, and I was fortunate enough to be sitting close to the front of the performance hall to capture this shot. Our seventh year attending that event, I’m reflecting on the great times we’ve had there. We’re not returning this year – giving it a break – but hope to go back in the future.

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Curves

Hannah and Joe's Instruments

Hannah’s and Joe’s Instruments

The challenge this week could not have been more perfect for the photos I processed from last weekend. Peter and I went to the historic Mishawaka – a venue in the mountains on the Cache Le Poudre River west of Fort Collins. We attended a special concert featuring the Fort Collins Symphony and one of our favorite musical groups – Acoustic Eidolon. The Colorado based duo of Joe Scott and Hannah Alkire plays virtuoso Celtic music. They represent our fair state with their wonderful concerts around the globe.

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Flute Dreams

Flute Dream

Flute Dream

I dreamt of you last night
Your harmonic tones
filling my ears with cool vibrations

Jazz riffs in my mind
expressed through breath,
fingers moving to the Latin rhythm.
Manha de Carnival,
Autumn Leaves and
Blue Monk.

Bach, Handel, and Schumann
all floating through time and space
from notes on the page
to the sound of your silver.

They Walk Among Us

Veterans. We all know them. My husband is one – Vietnam. My father was one – Korea. My uncle was one – World War II. My office mate is one – Vietnam. My only sister’s only son, my nephew, is now serving in the U.S. Army and while he has not been deployed, in all likelihood he will be. And whether you don’t have a family member or someone you know personally, you do know someone who is a veteran of war. Many serve and then carry on with their lives. And unless they’re asked about it during some related conversation, they never talk about it. They just did what their country required of them, came home and resumed. Forever changed in some way, many ways.

My husband Peter served in the Navy. He was a navigator for a large repair ship anchored in the Mekong river. His ship was one of those that went up the Mekong into Cambodia during the incursion. He rarely talks of his year in that war-torn country. He’s easy going, bright, loving and kind. But one of the few things he has shared with me and others is that when he arrived and settled in on the ship, he noticed the sound of hand grenades being fired every minute – 24/7. And then he explains that it was because anchored ships were targets for mines floating down the river. The grenades were released to detonate those mines before they reached the ship.

While Peter never saw direct combat, the sound of those grenades was a constant reminder of the danger to the ship where he lived and to himself. I think that those exposed to such circumstances, simply learn to live with that danger. They had no choice to do otherwise.

Many have turned the trauma of their war experiences into a career serving others. My friend George, also a Vietnam vet, was in the infantry and saw combat. He also doesn’t like to talk about it and he still jumps at any loud sounds. For many years he suffered from night terrors. It’s my understanding that he still does when he’s stressed. He is a brilliant psychologist and works with those suffering from trauma.

I don’t share these short stories to evoke sympathy for these men. They would not want that from me, you, or anyone else. They served their country. They have made brilliant lives for themselves and their service is now in their past. But the sacrifices they made were great. And many did not come home – they gave the ultimate sacrifice.

This past summer, Peter and I attended a free concert in our home town presented by the U.S. Air Force Falconaires – a great jazz band that travels the country and serves as ambassador for the Air Force. I am not a rah-rah military person in any way. I come from a generation slightly younger than those who actively protested the Vietnam war. And I have to say, that I was not thrilled when my nephew decided to join the Army instead of going to college.

Because our love of jazz, we decided to go and hear the band. The music was fantastic. The members of the band performed in dress uniform. Their talent and program unsurpassed. They played to a full hall and to people of all ages.

At the end of the concert, the band played the anthems for each of the five services. As each anthem was played, men and women stood up throughout the hall. Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard – each represented by veterans – so many of them. When my beloved Peter stood up, I cried. The man I live with every day gave so much for his country.

He wouldn’t say it was so much. But it was. And all those in that hall that evening stood with pride, and maybe a little embarrassment, too. To be recognized for something they did, maybe many years ago, maybe just recently.

May we never forget them and may we remember them especially today.


Keyboard Variations by Cathy Ulrich

Life is like Jazz.
You make it up
as you go along.

A few rules,,
an underlying structure,
and lots of practice.

Mark taught me the blues scales,
Then intervals – thirds, fifths, sevenths, sixths.
Then how to improvise.
“Hum the tune in your head,”
he said.

And remember:
There’s no wrong note,
just the one after.

©CathyUlrich and LargeSelf, 2012