As travel restrictions mount, I’m thinking of all the wonderful and meaningful places I’ve traveled since 1994, and the important cultural and personal relationships that were the focus of these trips.
A lifetime of memories lives in these photos:
In the small library.
On the Great Wall of China.
JC after Evensong at King’s College Cambridge.
2003. In historic Melaka, Malaysia.
In Morocco, on the Atlantic beach, 2019.
Norwich Cathedral, from the east.
At the Forbidden City.
At Michael’s grave in July 2013, Twigworth Church, Gloucestershire.
With Dolph near the end of our 2009 sea voyage, approaching Patra.
Howells, Vaughan Williams, and Stanford, all together in eternal rest at Westminster Abbey.
Me at St. Joseph’s Oratory in Montreal.
In front of Cecilienhof.
In the Vigelund park, with snow falling on Oslo.
Standing in the surf of the Pacific Ocean.
2003. At the foot of the Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur.
JC and Dolph near the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.
Teaching a freshman voice class at Shanghai Normal University, 2005.
I love a good cap. London.
2005. Starbucks in Yu Yuan, Shanghai.
At a waterfall in the mountains outside of Sao Pedro, Brazil, 2001.
I’m trying my hand at being a Rembrandt model. Amsterdam, 2015.
JC straddling what was West Berlin and East Berlin.
Goethe’s garden in Weimar. I can see why he was so inspired.
Feeding the parrots and toucans at my host home, Brazil, 2001.
At the Old Montreal waterfront.
JC goes wading in the Gulf of Corinth, May 2009.
My only apple strudel of the trip, in Weimar.
Lunch in Florence, after a cooking class.
Me. St. Stephen’s Basilica in background.
2005. On Nanjing Lu, the main shopping street, Shanghai.
Prague. 2008. JC at the Tramvaj Cafe on Wenceslas Square, with the National Museum in the background.
The quire at Gloucester Cathedral.
David. Florence. 2018.
Hong Kong, 2017.
Veal medallions with potatoes, Budapest.
The adjudicators gather in Malaysia, 2003.
A plaque inside the walls of a barracks commemorating the homosexuals who died at Buchenwald.
Visiting a sugar cane plantation in Araras.
2004. Banff, Alberta, Canada.
2005. Deyang, China.
JC in front of Buckingham Palace before the royal appearance.
At the Clock Tower.
2002. Edinburgh, the Old Town.
With Ramelle Sarna.
St. Basil’s Cathedral, Moscow.
With John Schaefer and George Emblom, Worcester Cathedral.
At the Parthenon in Athens, September 2015.
JC in the cloister at Gloucester Cathedral.
Standing astride the Prime Meridian in Greenwich in October.
JC outside the Estates Theatre, where Mozart conducted the premiere of his opera Don Giovanni. Prague 2009.
In Sorrento, looking at Pompeii
2003. With Loo in Malaysia.
With Kevin Cherry at Sutton Mawr Farm outside of Cardiff.
1994. Gelata in Buenos Aires with my father. I’m trying to indicate how high the gelato had been mounded on the cone, using only a slight bit of hyperbole.
The inbound GSE team and our Brazilian greeting committee in Sao Paulo.
On stage at the ancient auditorium near the Temple of Apollo in Delphi.
Midday. Happy guy with Cava.
JC at the Vatican. That’s St. Peter’s Basilica dome in the background.
The guestbook. Antwerp 2015.
2000. With Ken in Toronto in January.
A late 1600’s pulpit in the city church in Elsinore.
The King and Anna bow at the Royal Albert Hall.
At a orange plantation for a traditional Brazilian luncheon, 2001.
Greetings as we approach Christmastide 2017, and as we celebrate the return of the sun this week with the winter solstice.
We heralded the new light of the winter season on Thursday this week by celebrating the life of my father, V. Richard Carter, who died on December 17. His death was the result of a vile and evil acute myeloid leukemia. We had six weeks and three days from the first mention of the illness to his last breath.
Pop’s passing shadows the rest of the year. But as usual, I should report that this year has been filled with travel to various points around the country, a great deal of theatre, and (new this year) a growing private voice studio with wonderfully talented students.
I continue at Webster University as Professor & Chair in the Department of Music. We welcomed a new colleague this semester, and said ‘so long’ to a retiring senior faculty member in Spring 2017. We also enjoyed a full-semester visiting scholar from Vienna this past 16 weeks. Our new programs continue to grow, and every day is a new adventure.
The loss of my father is counter-balanced this year by the birth, many weeks premature, of my first great-niece, Lily Riffle. She is now a healthy and hearty six+ months, and a delight to hold and carry and feed, and then give back to her parents. Her parents, Blayne and Sarah Riffle, were married last year. Blayne’s sister married this year, and so we now have Jimmy and Kristen Lachance in the family as well.
I started the year in Hong Kong, which was my big trip for the year. But I do know already that 2018 is going to bring some fun international travel!
Regarding the growth of my private studio: a local children’s voice specialist closed her studio, and I inherited a number of Muny Kids and Muny Teens. These talented students are a delight and joy to teach! And my long-term student Aaron was selected for the National Honor Choir and a regional honor ensemble as well, in addition to All-State Choir for the second year in a row. Meanwhile, Spencer is out on tour with The King and I.
I have new neighbors all around. A young couple bought and rehabbed the house just of me this year, while a different couple, and their daughter Olivette, moved in just north of me. And then just a few weeks ago the Boo Radley house two doors up sold (at a high price, thanks be to god) to yet another young couple. Suddenly I’m the old-man-in-the-middle. But I love indeed the safety of new neighbors, and the care that these folks are taking with their own property.
I ended the school year with a guest conducting gig, leading our Chamber Singers in two numbers at the annual concert we call A Gift to the City. Here’s a sound file of my own setting of Thomas Hardy’s poem ‘The Oxen,’ written 16 years ago for Grace & Holy Trinity Cathedral, Kansas City:
So we enter Christmastide with one more week left in 2017. The events of the year-end are life-changers, and truth be told I’m a bit at sea right now. I’ll regroup over the next weeks, and look forward to a sabbatical in Fall 2018.
The annual remembrance of the birth of Christ brings us hope for a better 2018, in our own lives and in the wider world. May it be so.
P.S. — stay tuned for the year-in-review photo montage next week!