A remarkable cellist came to town last week. I already adore the sound of the cello, but when she struck the first note I felt enthralled. I left the auditorium wishing I had speakers that could sound as remarkable as this artist and her three-hundred-year old cello.
I still haven't figured out how to take photographs during the performances. The white balance seems the greatest challenge. The stage seems to have a compilation of every kind of light known to humankind. Furthermore, I want to remain unobtrusive, and in the darkness the automatic focus lights up the seats in front of me, so I turn it to manual, which leads to blurry photos.
Still, this one photo serves to remind me of how beautifully the cellist performed Elgar's work. She seemed to become one with her instrument and the music. Russell called her nutty. I would say so, too, for perhaps only someone with a certain degree of nuttyness could have the ability to play as she did last week. She seemed playful, too. Ocassionally she watched her fellow cellists, our regular players in the orchestra, whenever they played in unison. Other times, she smirked. She enthralled me.
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