That last photo shows a tulip on the “stupid phone” of Marlyse — a fellow soprano I met sitting down last night at The Messiah. Marlyse told me that every year a tulip comes up outside her apartment, only to be mowed down by some groundskeeper. In 2014, the tulip stayed up, which she called “the triumph of hope over experience.”
Here are some photos I took standing up, yesterday:
Do things look different to you when you are down and up?
While I was up last night singing Handel’s Messiah, my voice hit all the notes, down and up, including these:
Thanks to my son Aaron (who joined up to sit down with me for some ice cream at Cabot’s), to Marlyse, to tulips everywhere, to all those standing up and sitting down at the Messiah Open Sing last night, to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and to you — of course! — for being up for reading this down-and-up post, here and now.