|Ice-covered Cow Parsley in the snow...|
A walk in the woods was quite magical this time because the snow lay and successfully covered over the carefully laid-out tracks that make these country areas a bit too 'civilized' for me.
The woods are devoted to the hunting of game and the recovery of timber so the terrain is criss-crossed by extensive 4x4-friendly paths. It's not unusual to see the hunters driving trucks laden-down with their trophies - very impressive, but equally very dead wild boar.
|Iced Cow Parsley...|
|Old-Man's Beard under a heavy sky - it was glowering by this time!|
|Frosted fungus on timber...|
It's a haunting aria from Purcell's opera, King Arthur. It may have originally been 17th century Baroque music, but when it was sung by the undefinable genius Klaus Nomi, it took on a whole new dimension whilst still honouring the solemnity of Purcell's music. The words, as you can imagine, are pretty grim, so despite their beauty, I won't transcribe them here. They're just too sad, and are even more so because Klaus Nomi died of Aids in the early 1980's... Here's another of his songs that I love...
I'll leave you to discover the wide variety of his magical sounds. He was such an original, giving a unique quality and ironic twist to the most ordinary popular songs of which he did cover versions.
|A lacy Lantern...|
Okay, couldn't resist - here's another great one... The ultra-straight French audience probably never even knew what hit them... However, he was a great success there, and it was in France that I discovered Klaus Nomi...