The Tree at the Met

In my book, Imperfect Harmony, I describe the time we sang beside the Christmas tree at the Metropolitan Museum. (Cliff Notes: It was awesome.) I remembered that the angels on the tree were lit from below and they reminded me of ballerinas in a Degas painting. Did I remember correctly? Yes!

Here’s the same shot, pulled back. One more below …

This is the view from where I stood. I had trouble seeing John Maclay, our director, but there was nothing to be done about that. While everyone else in the choir filed in, and the audience found their seats, I was like a little kid chomping at the bit, waiting for Christmas to begin. I couldn’t stand still. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s GO!” (I am insufferable.)