The idea behind this short series is that of the innate memory for survival in each of us. We all hunt, for sport, food, to find a mate, et cetera. Used a warm gel on a flash to simulate early morning rays of sun. The hunter must start early.
Today's post began with Andy's rather beautiful and evocative photo, and for a good week or more I grappled with how to set it to music. Writing yesterday's fugue seemed to reinvigorate a long-held passion for Bach-style counterpoint, so despite the radically different subject matter of today (and tomorrow's) post, I decided to continue with some Bachian fun. A fugue, rather strictly executed, for percussion quartet is what resulted.