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First snowfall on Peace Mountain, 2017 (2)

I wish my cellphone camera were a little better — it just can’t do justice to those snow clouds among the peaks in the distance.

 

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First snowfall on Peace Mountain, 2017

Credit for the name of the mountain where we live goes to my girlfriend; I named the house — “Winterfell.”  I’m naming a lot of things after “Game of Thrones” this winter.  (Because it is “Coming.”)  Remember I shared a picture of the vestigial remains of shack, in which only a strewn roof was still intact?  That I dubbed “Craster’s Keep.”  And I am starting to think of Lynchburg as “King’s Landing.”

This was only the  initial powdering last Friday — of course the snow became much heavier that night.

 

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Blue Ridge Mountains Sunrise, December 2016

These were taken just after Christmas.  The last and nicest shot was taken by the lady of the house.

 

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“Fantasia” double-feature today!

I just finished watching Disney’s “Fantasia” (1940) this snowy afternoon with my girlfriend — she gave me the boxed set with “Fantasia 2000” (1999) this Christmas.  This is the first time I’ve seen the entire film in … 26 years?  If memory serves, I last saw it at Mary Washington College’s Dodd Auditorium when I was a freshman in 1990.

I loved it just now even more than I loved it then.  My favorite segment will always be the final one — Modest Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bald Mountain,” with a coda of Franz Schubert’s “Ave Maria.”  (The accompanying animation is Gothic horror; I’ve posted about it here at the blog before.)

I felt for sure that my second favorite would be Igor Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring.”  Pictures of those animated dinosaurs startled and thrilled me as a tot after Christopher Finch’s “The Art of Walt Disney” (1975) somehow appeared magically among my baby books in Queens, New York.  As an adult, however, I liked the segment mostly because of its cool depiction of lower life-forms.  The dinosaurs were stylized and interesting to see, but I don’t think the quality of the animation has held up very well — especially considering what we know about the dinosaurs has changed so much in 80 years or so.

Instead, my second favorite was Ludwig von Beethoven’s “The Pastoral Symphony,” and its whimsical, beautiful depiction of centaurs, gods, and other figures from Greek mythology.

My girlfriend’s favorite segment was Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s “Nutcracker Suite,” with its dancing fairies.  “Fantasia” was actually a favorite movie of hers growing up; she’s seen it several dozen times in her childhood.

There is some bizarre trivia about “Fantasia” from Wikipedia, which has a lengthy entry for the movie: “In the late 1960s, four shots from The Pastoral Symphony were removed that depicted two characters in a racially stereotyped manner. A black centaurette called Sunflower was depicted polishing the hooves of a white centaurette, and a second named Otika appeared briefly during the procession scenes with Bacchus and his followers.”  That’s so nuts.

 

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Potomac Mills Mall, Woodbridge, Virginia, November 2016

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She’s krazy.

Forget the legend of Krampus.  This past Christmas Eve, I encountered the Kleptomaniac Kristmas Kitty.

She’ll swipe at any presents or candy you might place upon a coffee table.

 

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Avian gentrification?

Most of Southwest Virginia is really beautiful, but this one backyard I visited is totally for the birds.

 

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A few quick words on the Season 2 premiere of “The Man in the High Castle”

“The Man in the High Castle” is still one of the best shows on television in recent years.  It’s ambitious as hell, and frightening in its story device.  It’s smartly, tightly and deliberately plotted, yet still moves at a nice, brisk pace.  We meet, for example, the titular “Man” right in the second season’s first episode; I don’t think that’s much of a spoiler, as it’s been shown in the season’s trailer.

I’d give it a 9 out of 10.  I won’t say much more than that, this is a mystery-thriller with plot points that are too easy to spoil, and I am still trying to persuade certain friends of mine to watch Season 1.  (Why isn’t this fantastic show more popular?)

I will say that maybe the show’s only failing is its scarcity of likable lead characters.  The duplicitous Joe (Luke Kleintank) is mostly flat.  Frank is inexplicably irritating to me, despite being portrayed by the talented Rupert Evans … though he does seem to shine as a mutual foil for the equally talented Brennan Crown’s callow art dealer, Robert.  And the Man in the High Castle is somewhat … disappointing, despite being portrayed by another wonderful actor.  I hope this character’s peculiarities are explained later.  (No. I haven’t read Philip K. Dick’s source material.)

Only Juliana (the terrific Alexa Davos) comes across as a heroine that I like and root for.  And her character too often feels like a damsel in distress — she’s frequently affected by the plot and the actions of others, and seldom vice versa.

Still, this show is superb.  Watch it.

 

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From our house to yours, Merry Christmas!!

The next couple of days will be a bit busy … so if I don’t get the chance to say it later, we wish you and yours a safe and joyous Christmas!