Last week we listened to I wonder as I wander, a traditional song arranged by Benjamin Britten around 1940, and I told you that he didn't publish or record it. I also told you that I would explain why this week, and here it is. The song couldn't be "made official" because it has been composed by John Jacob Niles in 1933, based, however, on a traditional song. Therefore, it wasn't a work in the public domain, as Britten thought.

We are entering the last few weeks of the year, which we regularly devote to Christmas songs, with shorter articles. This year there will also be Christmas songs, but somehow different, you'll see; for the moment, let's start with Benjamin Britten.

Life at sea is hard. However little we know about, we can infer the cold in their bones in winter, the homesick during long crossings, the danger of storms. Technology, modern equipments and other facilities available in the 21st century relieve life in ships and make it safer, but even so. Now, let us imagin how life at sea was one hundred and fifty years ago, according to what literature and cinema explain.

Among the times of the day most valued by photographers are the blue hour, which is, in the evening, the time between sunset and the dark night or, in the morning, the time between the first light and sunrise. That is, blue hour is an art concept that corresponds to twilight. These two periods are so interesting for photography because the light source, the sun, is below the horizon, but we see its reflection in the atmosphere, a diffuse light with a predominant deep blue colour that tinges everything. If the photographer is in nature, he can take advantage of orange colours on the horizon, because [...]

Maria Meyer arrived at Ludwigsburg when a brewer found her senseless on the road and took her home to take care of her; once she recovered she remained as a barmaid. She was a beautiful young woman, everyone talked about her eyes; she was also a good conversationalist and unexpectedly cultured. The young men began to go to the brewery more often than usual, and Eduard Mörike was no exception; he had just arrived at his hometown to spend the Easter holidays and fell in love with Maria. And Maria with him. They were inseparable during Eduard's [...]