Our musicians.

Here's where the fruit of all those scales and arpeggios finally can be seen... Both daughters had end-of-semester concerts in the last week.



First out of the gate was Reedy Girl's middle school instrumental music concert. If you get a strong magnifying glass you will find her near the conductor's left elbow...


Reedy girl tuning. She didn't see me.

Stealth Mom mode...

Closer...

Closer...

Closer...

(I didn't post the next picture. She saw me and ducked behind the music stand.)












The crew....

Reedy Girl, hanging out with friends, waiting for their turn to go on stage.

Left to right...
Clarinet, French Horn, Flute, Oboe and...
Cello!

All heading to high school next year.







Tonight it was The Harpist's turn. The high school music department has a "Masterworks" concert every year. This year they combined the chorus and orchestra for selections from Handel's "Messiah." There was only one ringer (piccolo trumpet is a bit much for most high school kids.)


Our lovely harpist with her harp, named 'Elrond.' Why, you ask? Because it is his name. He told her. She listened. That's how it goes.

Actually this was taken after the concert when the music staff wisely decided to get yearbook photos while everyone was relatively clean and well-behaved.

Relatively.




















The Harpist, flanked by two of my borrowed daughters. Both in the chorus...

I think they are all keepers.


And that is the end of my evening.

I'm proud of our progeny. They both did very well...

Deb