Serendipity
Riding the train is never the same twice. This particular trip, as we traversed the breathtaking scenery of the north end of the continental divide, a cellist who has traveled the world offered to play for those of us hanging out in the observation car. Though the train shook and jiggled and the northern sun poured down on his back, he played and played for a mostly American audience who (from the blank looks when he asked for suggestions, one woman finally saying, "Uh, America the Beautiful?") still seemed to appreciate his music.
This is when he began .
People came and went. Once the train stopped to let a freight train by, so I got a bit of a smoother shot and a lovely bit of classical riffing.
Then a fellow asked if he could join in, though he only knew folk music. Asher agreed, and offered a common note, to be told the Canadian gent didn't know what those were, and so he began to play, and Asher felt his way in. I captured the first song but when the next was going to be "Puff the Magic Dragon" I decided it was time to get my overheated bod off to the room and some water.
This is when he began .
People came and went. Once the train stopped to let a freight train by, so I got a bit of a smoother shot and a lovely bit of classical riffing.
Then a fellow asked if he could join in, though he only knew folk music. Asher agreed, and offered a common note, to be told the Canadian gent didn't know what those were, and so he began to play, and Asher felt his way in. I captured the first song but when the next was going to be "Puff the Magic Dragon" I decided it was time to get my overheated bod off to the room and some water.