Hello, I’m Jeremy Beaudry. Welcome to my place. Words, photos, drawings et cetera.*
* It's a life/work in progress.
Stump dump bench
Up the road behind the house to the stump dump to find the bench and the trash receptacle and the giant pile of dirt and the trail into the woods. Straight ahead, turn left, look up, kneel down, breathe back. Wait, the bench.
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Winter solstice words
Winter
I understand this moment, now fixed here in code. Winter sun, stalks, shadow, snow and tracks. Also, me, I, the subject, the protagonist, the invisible. You, there, looking, reading, perhaps waiting.
Plasencia Reservoir, Spain
On a borrowed bike in Plasencia, Spain, I follow the path along the Rio Jerte out of town, rounding each bend with wonder at where I’ll end up. I feel the lure of discovery and adventure, yet wonder about how far I can allow myself to travel in the limited time I have, a familiar tension that sometimes leaves me late, or lost. I lose the path, find a road, climb a hill, and then my reward emerges from over the summit: a quiet straightaway over the dam that holds back the embalse de Plasencia — the reservoir to the northeast of the city. Water like plate glass in shadows. More than this expanse, I again behold the particularity of the Spanish sky. Sharp cerulean blue saturates the dome, tufted with low lying cumulus clouds. Echoes of El Greco landscapes mix and wash over me like dry wind, cooling my hot eyes.
I recently completed an excellent online class at School of Song called “Home Recording for the Singer-Songwriter” led by Philip Weinrobe, a producer and engineer based in New York. Rather than let the songs I recorded as part of the coursework rot on my hard drive, I’ve polished them up a bit and released them as a sorta single called “Make A Map Of.” My partner in all things and I have resurrected an old moniker, Bergadler, as an entity to record and share songs. This first batch is just me, but I’ll be recording some of her lovely tunes soon. More to come.