Nice. Crepuscule. One of my favorite words.
Lovely b&w work.
Thanks. One of mine too, and I assume you’re familiar with the Monk tune.
Yep. Because of it, for years I thought crepuscule meant “dance”. I still picture T. dancing with a lovely young girl every time I hear the word (or the tune)!
Great comment 👊
I saw him play at Avery Fisher Hall back in 1975–one of his last gigs.
“Memorable” doesn’t do it justice.
Man. I can only imagine.
Perfection. The lights on the building and the glow in the sky conspire to bring a portentous feeling…I’m just waiting to see what happen next, and at the same time, it feels like nothing will ever happen. That’s the perfect balance, eh? (And thanks for all the comments above, leading me to a nice Saturday morning listen).
You’ve perfectly described any number of scenes over the years: the junction of weird old America with the splendor of the natural world. 🙄
JOHN TODARO 
Sorry for the duplicate post, folks…
Nice. Crepuscule. One of my favorite words.
Lovely b&w work.
Thanks. One of mine too, and I assume you’re familiar with the Monk tune.
Yep. Because of it, for years I thought crepuscule meant “dance”. I still picture T. dancing with a lovely young girl every time I hear the word (or the tune)!
Great comment 👊
I saw him play at Avery Fisher Hall back in 1975–one of his last gigs.
“Memorable” doesn’t do it justice.
Man. I can only imagine.
Perfection. The lights on the building and the glow in the sky conspire to bring a portentous feeling…I’m just waiting to see what happen next, and at the same time, it feels like nothing will ever happen. That’s the perfect balance, eh? (And thanks for all the comments above, leading me to a nice Saturday morning listen).
You’ve perfectly described any number of scenes over the years: the junction of weird old America with the splendor of the natural world. 🙄
Right, so true about the juxtaposition/junction.