Nadine Krasnow, CRS
Rain didn’t stop the pitch perfect a cappella group “Hyannis Sound” from captivating a full house at the church last night. They’re just college guys who like to sing, and performing is their summer job. They’re around for another 10 days or so, back at the church next Monday at 7pm, and at the Falmouth Jewish Congregation this Wednesday. They’re optimistic and exuberant, and the small personal stories they share are endearing. The musicianship is outstanding. Go if you can!
Yesterday was Bluegrass all afternoon on the lawn at Highfield, and what a twangy day it was! I got there after the music was over, but people were still chillin’, eating scratch-made pizzas from Wolf Pizza, exploring the grounds, and in general having a great Cape Cod day.
Terry Soares and her crew of volunteers are keeping the sunken garden looking fresh and as captivating as ever. Kudos to Nancy Lassalle, mom to my former colleague Phil in Middlebury, and Mary Janney, who honored Mary Lou Smith in this most beautiful and appropriate way.
The Film Festival concluded last night during torrential rain. But the rest of the week was buzzy and fun, going from film to film, and as always, hearing from various of the makers and actors. I don’t know if it was just what I chose, but there were a lot of films about life-and-death struggles of various kinds, all intense. An interesting week in Woods Hole!
Writer/producer/director Noor Gharzeddine of “Are You Glad I’m Here” at the Woods Hole Film Festival Friday evening. Tough movie about an abusive husband in Lebanon, the consequences, a new American friend, and a supportive family. Well done. Interestingly, the (Lebanese) filmmaker went to medical school, as did her sisters, before deciding that filmmaking was more her thing than medicine. Also, the main character’s name is the same as mine, don’t see that much.
One of the pleasures of VT in the summer is heading to the local farm. This is where I check in. Bought fresh (an hour picked) corn, organic blueberries from the field next to the farm stand, annuals to plant with my daughter in her garden, and a heavenly lunch, from field to table daily. A feast for the eyes as well:
