Night in the City

My Night in the City

My favourite night photography session happened because of a full moon. A “Supermoon”, that is, if you’re trying to sell the concept as an advertising ploy, instead of a very normal celestial occurrence during which the full moon comes to within 90 percent of its closest approach to earth, as measured from their respective centres. Anyway, it was November 14, 2016, and I was on a 4:15 pm ferry from Harbourfront to Ward’s Island, a sandy, somewhat bohemian enclave in Lake Ontario just a 20-minute sail away from downtown Toronto.

It was still light when we pulled up to the Ward’s Island dock.

I was there to photograph the supermoon which I strangely believed, without researching, would rise like a golden balloon over the skyscrapers of the city to the north.  I found a spot on a smooth rock on the island’s wildish north shore. It was cold. On a rock beside me sat a young Irish girl named Cheryl, in Canada on a temporary work visa and living with her “brudder”. She fielded a call from him as we sat watching the sky; he was wondering when she’d be home for dinner. “I told ya, I’m out to see the moon!”

And there we waited, two moonstruck women watching the sun set in the west….

…. as geese flew by….

…. and the ferry headed back to town with the vestiges of sunset splashed across the sky.

The sky darkened, the air got colder and I regretted not adding a second layer…..

…. as Porter airplanes flew past the CN Tower homing in on the airport on Centre Island nearby.

Soon the sky was black velvet and the lights twinkled in the financial buildings downtown, a mile or two south of Yorkville, the scene of Joni Mitchell’s Night in the City. It was night in the city, but still no supermoon.

Cheryl and I decided we’d had enough. Clearly we’d missed the moonrise or it had climbed unseen behind some bank of cloud. Disappointed, we said our goodbyes and I wandered slowly along the lit island pathway towards the ferry dock. By chance I gazed up and there was my moon, hazy and framed by a verdant tracery of autumn leaves still hanging onto a tree. It was not a supermoon; it was just my faithful moon, bathing with its glow this cold November night in the city.

Joni’s Night in the City

I met Joni Mitchell once. It was 1996 and Joni was already standing in the elevator I entered at the Bessborough Hotel in Saskatoon, the city of my birth. My family and I were staying there while attending a Campbell family reunion to celebrate my Irish-born grandfather’s arrival in Canada eighty-five years earlier. Though Joni was born in Alberta, her family settled in Saskatoon when she was 11 years old, so this was her childhood home. There was a man with her –  well, there was always a man with Joni. Given her towering reputation in song, she was shorter than I thought she’d be, just 5’5”. As the floor numbers lit up on the descent, I succumbed to my inner fangirl and said: “Joni, I’ve always loved ‘Night in the City’. It was on one of the first albums I owned.”  She replied, in a voice made husky by decades of smoking: “Oh, I leave those songs to the young voices now.” On this day, as I recall, she was heading out on a bike to ride along the Saskatchewan River and we smiled at each other as we left the elevator and went our separate ways.

But Joni had her young, soaring voice back in 1967 when she recorded her first album, Song to a Seagull, released in 1968  That year I was in my first apartment in New Westminster, just outside Vancouver. I had a job and a roommate named Jean from work. An older woman, she came from Yorkshire and when she’d had a little too much to drink, she’d say with a thick Midlands accent: “Aye, be gum. It’s champion!” I had the Seabreeze record player I’d brought with me from my family home and Joni’s album, with her fantastical art on the cover, played on it constantly. It was a 2-part LP, a concept album; one disk was titled “I Came to the City”, about Canada, the other “Out of the City and Down to the Seaside”, about California. And all those songs were like poems to my ear.  In fact, Joni dedicated it to her 7th grade English teacher Mr. Kratzman “who taught me to love words”.

The album cover is actually an interesting story. When the sleeve was first printed and packaged by Reprise Records on the album that was going to be titled simply Joni Mitchell, they didn’t notice that Joni had painted a message in flying seagulls and they cut off the last “L” in “Seagull”.  You can see it on older versions of the album, below.  When the mistake was noticed, the album cover was reprinted and the album was re-released with a new title.

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Coincidentally, I saw Murray McLauchlan sing exactly 40 years later at a little club near our summer cottage on Lake Muskoka. He’s on guitar at left, with Toronto singer-songwriter Marc Jordan (‘Living in Marina del Rey’) on guitar in the centre. They are part of a foursome called Lunch at Allen’s with Cindy Church and Ian Thomas.

Joni, who cut her entertainment teeth in Yorkville with her first husband, folksinger Chuck Mitchell, wrote about the scene there and how she came to write ‘Night in the City’:

“So one night I decided I was going to go down, I was going to be very broad-minded, I was going to enjoy myself, I wasn’t going to pay any attention to any of the wise-cracks I got from people as I walked down the street. I was just gonna walk down and groove. And so I did and I stood in front of all of the buildings, like they have about 6 or 7 or 8 – more than that – on Yorkville Avenue proper of music spots like this that showcase everything from good folk music to bad folk music to good rock n roll to bad rock n roll to good jazz to bad jazz. You can stand out in front of the clubs in what I like to call music puddles – it’s the area where the music just kind of hangs and you can walk over that far and you’re out of the range of it again. So that’s what I did and I came home, climbed up the stairs to the place where I was staying and wrote this song, called Night in the City.”

Night in the City

Light up light up
Light up your lazy blue eyes
Moon’s up nights up
Taking the town by surprise

Night time night time
Day left an hour ago
City light time
Must you get ready so slow
There are places to come from
and places to go

Night in the city looks pretty to me
Night in the city looks fine
Music comes spilling out into the street
Colors go flashing in time

Take off take off
Take off your stay-at-home shoes
Break off shake off
Chase off those stay-at-home blues

Stairway stairway
Down to the crowds in the street
They go their way
Looking for faces to greet
But we run on laughing with no one to meet

Night in the city looks pretty to me
Night in the city looks fine
Music comes spilling out into the street
Colors go waltzing in time        © 1966 Gandalf Publishing Co.  

The album was produced by David Crosby (later of Buffalo Springfield and Crosby Stills Nash and Young). He would say: “The strongest thing I did for Joni as a producer on Song to a Seagull, from 1968, was keep everybody else off of that record. She was a folkie who had learned to play what they call an indicated arrangement, where you are like a band in the way you approach a chord and string the melody along. She was so new and fresh with how she approached it. It’s the reason I fell in love with her music. She was a fantastic rhythm player and growing so fast. She had mastered the idea that she could tune the guitar any way she wanted, to get other inversions of the chords. I was doing that too, but she went further. I understood her joy in using bigger tools later – jazz bands, orchestra. But the stuff she did that was basically her, like 1971’s Blue, was her strongest stuff. Match her and Bob Dylan up as poets, and they are in the same ballpark. But she was a much more sophisticated musician.”

Now listen to the young voice of Joni Mitchell… actually two voices, both hers, singing harmony in rounds. And hear 22-year old Stephen Stills playing a very strong bass.  As Joni said:  “He came up with a beautiful bass line that I just couldn’t deny.”  And if you like, do sing along with me on some beautiful night in the city.

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The blog above is a bit of an experiment for me, the product of a restless mind and a love of photography and music. I decided that 2020 would feature some blogs that combine my photos (not always of gardens or flora) with a little bit of memoir-ish trivia topped with a You Tube video of a favourite – and related – song from the era. I’ve called them #mysongscapes.  If you like the idea, please drop a note below and I’ll do some more. But don’t worry. I will include lots of garden blogs in 2020 as well. Happy New Year!

Postscript:  Here are the other song blogs in this series:

  1. Paul Simon’s ‘Kodachrome’ and my life in photography;
  2. Vietnam and Songs of Protest;
  3. Galway Bay and memories of my grandfather and Ireland;
  4. Simon and Garfunkel’s Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme;
  5. The John Denver lullaby I sang to my first grandchild, Today While the Blossoms Still Cling to the Vine.
  6. Gordon Lightfoot for a Snow Day
  7. Madame George by Van Morrison – my favourite song in the world
  8. Brown Eyed Girl(s) – Van Morrison’s classic and my black-eyed susans
  9. Raindrops – on flowers and in my gardens
  10. Miss Rumphius and the Lupines
  11. Bring me Little Water – on water in the garden
  12. Amsterdam… Spring Sunshine – a Dutch travelogue and a brilliant Broadway play
  13. Both Sides Now – a reflection on clouds and Joni Mitchell
  14. Crimson & Clover and Other Legumes – a love letter to the pea family, Fabaceae
  15. Mexico – James Taylor serenades in my travelogue of a decade of trips to Mexico
  16. Crystal Blue Persuasion – blue flowers in the garden
  17. My Bonny – remembering the late Laura Smith (and my dad)
  18. Up on the Roof – a Carole King love-in and a lot of green roofs
  19. Singing Malaika in the Serengeti
  20. That Morning Sun – Our Constant Star – spring renewal and the voice of Melody Gardot.

I See the Moon!

It’s a big week for moon-lovers. Tuesday July 16th marked the 50th anniversary of the thrilling Florida blast-off of the Apollo 11 spacecraft on the three-stage Saturn V rocket, propelling the three astronauts, Michael Collins, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin into space.  The astronauts sat in the Columbia command module. Attached to Columbia were a service module and the Lunar Module Eagle tucked away inside.   The Lunar Module had two parts, a descent module with rockets for landing gently on the moon and an ascent module with its own rockets for returning to Columbia.

With the third stage of the Saturn rocket still attached, Apollo reached its orbital path just over 100 miles above earth.  Then Saturn fired again, pointing  Apollo on its route towards the moon in a move called the “translunar injection”.  Finally, the Command and Service Modules detached from the protective compartment carrying the Lunar Module, flipped 180 degrees in space, and extracted the Lunar Module. At the same time, they jettisoned the third stage of Saturn V.  Only 3-1/2 hours had passed since blast-off. Incidentally, you can follow these complex steps on a great video here.

For three days, Apollo 11 flew through space, reaching the moon’s orbit on July 19th, 1969. While pilot Michael Collins remained in Columbia, Armstrong and Aldrin transferred into Eagle and descended slowly to the lunar suface on July 20th.  This part was broadcast live throughout the world. Does anyone of a certain age not remember where exactly they sat in front of a television beaming audio of Neil Armstrong and his “giant step for mankind”, then watching Buzz Aldrin clomping around in his bulky space suit?  I was in my family’s living room in North Delta, a Vancouver B.C. suburb, along with various friends and neighbours.  Even our parish priest was there.  It was the most thrilling thing we’d ever seen.  Armstrong and Aldrin would stay on the moon for more than 20 hours.

Forty years later, as I related in a recent blog, I would spend a few years working with the music of the late California singer-songwriter John Stewart (1939-2008) to develop a theatrical treatment of his songs.  The former Kingston Trio member was a huge space fan, had become friends with John Glenn and Scott Carpenter during the Mercury 7 flights of the early 60s, and was watching the Apollo 11 landing with a song he’d composed all ready to be recorded. Later that week, ‘Armstrong’ was pressed as a single and sent out to radio stations everywhere.  Though it met with disapproval from some station execs who wanted only to focus on the glory of the moon shot, John Stewart’s lyrics captured beautifully the universal awe that attended the landing. This is the video I made featuring his song.

I love photographing the moon. Winter, spring, summer, fall, eclipses …. I like nothing better than to point my lens skyward and feel connected to that silvery orb.  So here are some of my images from the past eight years, with some fun facts about our only natural satellite.  I’ll start with the only photo I made using our Schmidt-Cassegrain telescope and an adaptor ring to attach my camera, on April 6, 2012.  So close is the moon to earth – 384,402 km (238,856 mi) that I was unable to fit the whole moon into the photo.   In terms of space-time, the moon is 1.3 light seconds from earth, compared with 8.3 light minutes from the sun.

Without a telescope, my little zoom lens camera manages to capture some of the moon’s topography, though not as clearly.    This was a full moon on August 7, 2017.  To photograph the moon, it’s a good idea to use a tripod, but my 50x fixed lens on my little old Canon SX50HS does manage pretty well.

How big is the moon compared to other planets in our solar system? Here is the list according to size of planets and moons in our Solar Galaxy, beginning with the biggest celestial body, our star, the sun.    SUN-Jupiter-Saturn-Uranus-Neptune-EARTH-Venus-Mars-Ganymede-Titan-Mercury-Callisto-Io-MOON-Europa-Triton-Pluto.  The sun’s radius is 696,342 km radius, earth is 6,371km, the moon is 1,731km.  Put another way in another dimension for another country, the sun’s diameter is 864,400 miles, earth’s is  7,917.5 miles, the moon is 2,160 miles.  So the sun is 400 times as big and as distant as the moon, and earth is 3.7 times as big as our moon.

Why do we see only one face of the moon… i.e. “the man in the moon” or the “near side of the moon” (unlike the Apollo astronauts, who landed on the dark side)? My son tried to explain this one night by slowly rotating a beer bottle so its label was always facing the same side of another rotating object on our deck. It may have been the wine, but I didn’t really understand then; having read about it, I can now say it’s the result of “synchronous rotation”.   Moon orbit also gives earth its high and low tides. Have a look at this YouTube video, which is an excellent tutorial.

The moon was once part of earth. Earth formed 4.54 billion years ago (or 4.54 thousand million years ago, since billion means different things in different countries).  According to the Giant Impact Hypothesis, the moon is believed to have formed slightly later, 4.51 billion years ago, originating as a debris ring when an astral body the size of Mars, named Theia, which was also orbiting the sun, hit either a glancing blow to young earth (proto-earth) or smashed into it head-on and ejected some of earth into space.  Although some of the debris went into deep space, enough ejecta remained in the vicinity to begin accreting into a sphere that started its orbit of the mother planet, becoming earth’s only permanent natural satellite.  Scientists have found Theia’s signature remains both in earth rocks and in samples of rock collected on the moon.  The little bit of treed earth beneath the September 11, 2011 full “corn moon” below  is a cliff of roughly 1.4 billion-year-old Precambrian Shield that forms the shore of Lake Muskoka, north of Toronto, where we have a cottage (and where I blog about my meadow gardens).  In aboriginal tradition, each of the full moons was named for the season, September being the time to harvest corn.

In ancient times, the moon cast its light onto a world where darkness was the nightly norm.  When I turn out the lights at our cottage and photograph the sky “by the light of the silvery moon”, it’s easy to see the natural advantage moonlight gave to those wanting to travel or work at night.   I made the photo below this week, on the anniversary of Apollo 11’s blastoff.  Sometimes, a partly cloudy sky illuminated by the full moon is even more interesting than a black velvet sky.

The night before, I was transfixed by the reflection of the nearly-full moon in the waves lapping at our shore below. I thought that dreamy vision would be a suitable accompaniment to the most famous song about the moon, Claude Debussy’s 1890 ‘Clair de Lune’, played by Francois-Joel Thiollier.

One moonlit night as I was turning out the lights to head to bed, I noticed our lamp silhouetted on the floor in our perfectly dark cottage. For some reason, this little image struck me and I photographed it. It made me reflect upon shadow and light, natural chiaroscuro, and our over-lit society.

But the light of the moon isn’t always an advantage.  Full darkness is a way to hide troop movements (though D-Day apparently, needed a full moon for tidal reasons, not illumination) and criminal activity. When we were in Osoyoos, B.C. last September doing a little wine-tasting, we liked the vintages of Mooncurser Vineyards, below.  “Osoyoos, the border town where our winery is located, has long been celebrated for the rich soil and brilliant sunshine. But during the gold rush, it was the dark of night that brought commotion to the area. Then, an unscrupulous procession of gold-smuggling miners returned stateside by the hundreds, if not by the thousands. All under the cover of night – trying to avoid customs agents at all cost. Often, the light of the moon would foil their plans, shedding light onto their surreptitious travels and activities. Need we say more about our name?”

But what about moonshine?  Turns out that’s a derivative of “moonrakers”.  And who were they? From Wikipedia:  “This name refers to a folk story set in the time when smuggling was a significant industry in rural England, with Wiltshire lying on the smugglers’ secret routes between the south coast and customers in the centre of the country. The story goes that some local people had hidden contraband barrels of French brandy from customs officers in a village pond. While trying to retrieve it at night, they were caught by the revenue men, but explained themselves by pointing to the moon’s reflection and saying they were trying to rake in a round cheese. The revenue men, thinking they were simple yokels, laughed at them and went on their way. But, as the story goes, it was the moonrakers who had the last laugh.”

I have often walked by the light of the moon. In fact, on March 6, 2012, I made the photo below during a year when – out of a conviction that I need more physical activity than getting up from my computer afforded – I pledged to walk a mile per day and post on Facebook a photo made during my walk, accompanied by a little verse. I called the poems my “walking rhymes”. The rather boring photo below was made late at night on my street.  Incidentally, in aboriginal tradition, that early March full moon would be a “sap moon”.

Another night, another moon
I really should try sleeping soon…
This sphere could be made of Ivory soap
I wish I had my telescope!

What’s a “blue moon”?  It’s reserved for those calendar months that see two moons, since the lunar month is 29.5 days. So blue moons will always be at the very end of the month.  I love this song by Nanci Griffith, recorded many decades ago.  Listen to ‘Once in a Very Blue Moon’.

This was my view from the cottage path on May 20, 2016. In aboriginal tradition, it’s called the planting moon or the milk moon. Here on Lake Muskoka, I call it the new oak leaf moon, the young pine cone moon.

In fact, I find it more interesting to give context to my moon photography, which means I usually frame it with the flora that grows here on our rocky granite shore.  This was the moon shining down on the top of a towering white pine on August 1, 2015.

On October 4, 2017, I found pine needles to feature in front of the moon.

Sometimes, I draw back and photograph the moon shining on our entire little east-facing bay on Lake Muskoka. In fact, the lake is so big (120 km2 or 46 sq mi) that this is just a small part of the section of the area described on maps as East Bay.  The scene below on June 22, 2013, featured the strawberry moon.

The moon is usually described as having eight phases:  New moon, Waxing Crescent, First Quarter, Waxing Gibbous, Full moon, Waning Gibbous, Third Quarter, and finally Waning Crescent. Did you know that you can find the moon phase for any past date? The photo below was made from our screened porch at the end of a dinner that clearly featured some lovely wine. Knowing the date was September 23, 2017, I looked that up on this website and found it described as a Waxing Crescent.  As for the other stuff on that site, I am a complete non-believer. Science is too interesting and magical in itself to confuse it with superstition!

Once every now and then, the moon puts on a show that draws us out of our houses to find a viewing spot. A lunar eclipse occurs when “when Earth’s shadow blocks the sun’s light, which otherwise reflects off the moon. There are three types — total, partial and penumbral — with the most dramatic being a total lunar eclipse, in which Earth’s shadow completely covers the moon”. (from space.com) Interestingly, in this week celebrating Apollo 11, the moon put on just such a show for many parts of the world, but sadly not North America.  However, this winter I stood in front of my house shivering in temperatures that dipped to -20C to record the phases of the January 21st full lunar eclipse, below.   That last red image is the colour of the moon in earth’s shadow, something the pre-science ancients called a “blood moon”.  In the bible, it is written: “The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and notable day of the Lord.” – Acts 2:20.

Perhaps the most popular phenomenon to capture the public imagination in the past decade or so has been the “supermoon”.  A so-called supermoon is a full moon that occurs when the moon appears to us at perigee, i.e. when the moon is closest to earth. Not all astronomers are fond of this supercalifragilistic hype. Neil deGrasse Tyson is one of them, and has created a funny video to illustrate his point:

But there’s no question that when a full “supermoon” rises in the east over Lake Muskoka, it is a vision to behold. We went across the bay to my brother-in-law’s cottage on May 5, 2012, just so I could capture the full effect of the supermoon as it rose over the pines on the horizon, seemingly orange because of particles in the earth’s atmosphere.

It was worth it, wasn’t it?

On February 19 this winter, I marched down the street to Toronto’s Sherwood Park at the end of our block at dusk to make sure I didn’t miss the “supersnowmoon”.  I sat alone shivering on a park bench, wondering where 73 degrees (longitude? latitude?) was as I peered at the trees lining the ravine.

Then, there it was, framing the leafless maples and elms.

I loved making this witchy moon photo.

Speaking of witches, let’s have a little etymology.  Month, of course, comes from moon. But where does the word “lunatic” come from?  According to Wikipedia: “The term ‘lunatic’ derives from the Latin word lunaticus, which originally referred mainly to epilepsy and madness, as diseases thought to be caused by the moon…..  By the fourth and fifth centuries, astrologers were commonly using the term to refer to neurological and psychiatric diseases. Philosophers such as Aristotle and Pliny the Elder argued that the full moon induced insane individuals with bipolar disorder by providing light during nights which would otherwise have been dark, and affecting susceptible individuals through the well-known route of sleep deprivation.  Until at least 1700, it was also a common belief that the moon influenced fevers, rheumatism, episodes of epilepsy and other diseases.”   Today, though we joke about bad behavior under a full moon, “lunacy” has rightfully been consigned to the dustbin.

Back to supermoons. My most challenging supermoon photo shoot was on November 14, 2016, when I took the ferry from Toronto’s Harbourfront to Wards Island in Lake Ontario. I thought how wonderful it would be to see the moon rise above the city skyline. I parked myself on the rocky shore with a young Irish girl and together we waited patiently.

Alas, the sky darkened and the moon did not show. Could we have gotten something wrong? The Irish girl took her leave and, shivering in the cold, I waited.

My hands and feet finally felt numb, and I gathered my things together. On the way back to the ferry, I glanced up through the trees and there it was, my moon. We had been looking in the wrong direction. As I pointed my lens up through the lacy foliage, I felt relieved and strangely elated. The moon seemed to be saying, “See, I’ve been up here all the time. You don’t need a super-duper supermoon behind tall skyscrapers; you just need the comfort of me lighting the sky, as I have for almost as long as earth has been around.”

Happy 50th anniversary, Apollo 11.  You brought the moon closer to us moonstruck folks on earth.