Monthly Archives: October 2018


I’m journaling this sabbatical.

From Wednesday:

That boat ride into the horseshoe of the Canadian falls certainly ranks as one of the top ten experiences of my life.

Could I name ten?

  • Standing on the Great Wall of China
  • The boat in the horseshoe of the Canadian Niagara Falls
  • Ozawa conducting the War Requiem in Boston, with Bostridge and Quasthoff as soloists
  • My first visit to the Lincoln Memorial
  • Singing Herbert Howells’ music at Westminster Abbey, just feet from his grave
  • Cantering Evensong at Ely Cathedral
  • Seeing Les Miserables the first time
  • The Parthenon in Athens, the second time I visited
  • That one-and-only visit to the Three Choirs Festival
  • Singing Britten’s Peter Grimes at Carnegie Hall on Britten’s 100th birthday

Are there ten more? You bet!

But that’s another blog entry.

Day trip: Niagara Falls

The stunning, overwhelming, terrible, heart-cramping beauty of Niagara Falls rendered me speechless today as we sailed into the mist of the Horseshoe Falls.

My face was wet from the spray, and from the tears I was shedding.

Nature is so powerful, so glorious, and so awe-filling.

Nephew Luke and I had a four-hour tour that included the Maid of the Mist, a walk on the shore just feet from the falls themselves, and multiple sight-seeing stops.