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Monday, June 13, 2011

Alcatraz Island

One thing I felt I simply had to see before I left San Francisco was Alcatraz Island. (I don't know why, exactly, except that it is so famous and I was curious). My friends Hannah and Dhivya went with me.

Here is a picture of San Francisco from the boat we took to the Island:


The seagulls flew alongside the boat and picked food out of the children's hands who were feeding them.

The wind was blowing (as usual).


The Alcatraz cell-house.


                                             A stairway going up the hillside of the island.

We took an audio tour of the cell-house. This was the first thing we walked into - the showers.


A typical cell:

                                          Through the bars:

                                       A game many of the inmates liked to play - a one-man bridge game.



                                      
                                         The view from inside a cell.
                             
                                         This was the library.
         

 This is a view from inside "the hole", where they would lock prisoners who caused trouble in solitary confinement. One of the tour guides closed the door on me while I was inside so I could experience what it was like, and it was pitch-black.  On my audio tour, I heard an ex-inmate of Alcatraz say that when he got locked in there, he would tear a button off of his jacket, and throw it on the floor of the cell.  Then he would make a game of trying to find it.   As soon as he found it he would throw it down again, and try to find it again - to keep his mind busy and from going crazy.   Another inmate said he would focus really hard on the darkness, until he could see a point of light, and then the light would grow, and it was as if he could see a TV screen, and he would travel different places in the darkness with his mind's eye this way.
                                    
           
    If the prisoners behaved well they could have some hobby items in their cell. This one had a checker board.
                                  
                   Four prisoners were able to escape alcatraz by making fake heads out of wax and scratching away at the air vent in their cells with metal spoons. They were never found, but they think they probably drowned trying to swim to San Francisco (because the water is so cold and the swim is quite long and wavy).

                             The Alcatraz cafateria menu board.  They say the prisoners were fed well.



Flowers growing on the hillside of Alcatraz.  Many women and children lived on Alcatraz island (whose husbands/fathers worked at the prison). The children took a boat to school in San Francisco every day. They say they really liked living on the island.

                                           Dhivya snapping photos.

                                  
                                        Hannah and Dhivya.

A view of San Francisco from the island - we're about to catch the boat back.

back home

Here I am again, back home in Montana.  It is very nice to be home, and it feels so weird!!!  I just lived in San Francisco for a year, and now all of the sudden I'm back here again, and it feels like I've been in some sort of time warp - because my life in San Francisco was so completely different from my life in Montana, and now I return to Montana, and my life is almost exactly the same as it was when I left.

Now I am figuring out what to do with myself again...  I am thinking now that I really really want to try to go to Italy to live for at least a little while sometime within the next two years. I studied Italian so intensely this year at the conservatory, and I was able to go through the beginning, intermediate, and advanced Italian classes, but I am still not fluent. My Italian teacher told me though, that he thinks that if I went to Italy, even for just a few months, that my Italian would get to be amazing.   I also know several wonderful piano teachers in Italy that I have worked with before at different piano festivals.   Wouldn't that be exciting?  I think I might apply for a Fulbright scholarship for next year so that I can get some money to go... We will see what happens.

I am really excited because my parents said they are going to buy me some basic recording equipment and let me set up a small recording studio in one of the rooms of their house.  I am so excited about that - It will make it a lot easier for me to make and edit recordings, and get them posted online!  If I can get some professional-quality stuff maybe I could even start making them downloadable... and maybe even make a little money at it!! That would make me sooo happy.

I find myself missing my teachers in San Francisco this week... but next week I will have some lessons with my teacher here, Dorothea, so that will make me feel better.  I always like having another person's input on my playing.

I feel so excited one second... and then so discouraged the next... and then so hopeful... and then so afraid...  Life is so strange!!!

I lay awake at night for the past three nights until 4, 5, or 6 am every morning.  My mind has just been whirring and I can't get myself to fall asleep.  But today I had to get up early for church so maybe I am tired enough to fall to sleep more easily tonight.  Here's hoping!!!  

I have some pictures from some of my adventures in San Francisco and the trip home that I will be posting soon.

ta-ta for now!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Singing Quote

A couple from church, Brother and Sister Harris, came to my recital last Sunday, and afterwards Brother Harris told me that watching my recital he was reminded of a quote that he would give to me at church the following Sunday. So Sister Harris gave me the quote in an envelope at church yesterday, and I thought it was very beautiful so I am writing it down here on my blog so I don't lose it or forget it.  Here it is:

Rabindranath Tagore
from Gitanjali

When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony---and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.

I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.

I touch by the edge of the far-apreading wing of my song thy feet which I could neer aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.  

Saturday, May 21, 2011

China Town and Telegraph Hill


On Thursday I walked around Chinatown in the afternoon and then went up to Telegraph Hill in the evening, where the view of San Francisco was amazing.



Here are some sort of antlers for sale in one of the Chinese herb shops.


There were some amazing flowers hanging from trees in the gardens on Telegraph Hill. Sorry the picture is not very good. The flowers were so big and beautiful though.  It was like a roof of lilies overhead.

Here is a view of the Bay Bridge from the hill. It was so beautiful! 

A walk along the Seacliffs with Sister Fletcher

Earlier this week a very nice lady and friend of mine from church, Terri Fletcher, went with me to the art museum in San Francisco called "The Legion of Honor".  It was a very beautiful museum. Afterwards we took a walk along the seacliffs and then the beach.  I took a bunch of pictures on my phone (and Sister Fletcher took the ones of me for me). 

The Golden Gate Bridge in the distance...

The pathway along the cliffs:

I like this one through the trees:

Me on a big tree that is growing sideways.

With a sign that warns: Don't walk off the edge of the cliff.

On the beach.
Sister Fletcher and I.


A nice view of San Francisco from Hayes street.

A bunch of wind-surfers were out that day.