Sunday, March 20, 2016

Listen to the Spring















So Jeff wanted to make these large, nine-sided cones to use like giant ear trumpets. For listening to things. Here's Kenan cutting parts.















Component assembly.























It took some head scratching to find the best way to put these things together.































With several heads working together, we eventually figured it out.
















Opal was relatively unimpressed.



















The spectators were supportive.























































Cosmo climbs.




















Matt looks.

















Brenda listens. (Dick took this one.)
















Almost finished. (Jeff took this one.)















Jeff tries one out at the soccer field. (Gretchen took this one.)
















A pair of listeners. (Dick took this one.)















They are waiting for you up at the soccer field. (Jeff took this one.)

Oh, right, you want to know if they work. Yeah, they work. You might say they create an enhanced acoustical space. You can hear stuff. It's really fun. They also work like megaphones if you feel like shouting.

Come listen to the spring

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Music happens














Yves Giroud and friends making music at the Lucky Candle Cafe.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Tunnel of Ice
















This is one of the reasons they don't want you driving on the Blue Ridge Parkway this time of year. (The other reason is the sheet of ice on the road.)

Sunday, January 31, 2016

A wee bit o' Burns


Here are a few seconds of Joe reading/reciting Tam o' Shanter by Robert Burns at the Cabin Fever University Scotch tasting.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

No bread













My friend Sarah lives right next to the Spruce Pine Ingles. She sent me this picture of the bread aisle last Friday after the snow started.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Visitors on Skis















Jeff and Margot just stopped by for lunch and then headed back out into the storm. Were they really here?