(Artistic video production)
I was inspired to make this short video, Historic and Romantic St. Augustine, because of three things: My sister’s wedding in St. Augustine in one of the historic B & Bs, St. Augustine itself and the music and lyrics of Florida musicians and poets Clyde and Lorelei Walker and Mary Anna Evans. Though I was only using a Nikon Coolpix camera with no tripod, I had a blast capturing the video seen here to make a wedding video gift for my sister and her husband. Thanks to the artists who gave me permission to use their music. See more about them below.
More about the music in my video above:
Musician and singer Clyde Walker and his wife, poet Lorelei Walker live in St. Augustine. It’s a perfect team as Clyde often puts his musical touch to Lorelei’s poetry. Such is the case in the song about St. Augustine.
In 2008 the couple worked on a DVD called, Romantic St. Augustine. I found a copy to view while I stayed in one of the B & Bs in St. Augustine. You may find one at the St. Augustine visitor center. You can also send an email to Clyde and Lorelei at clydewkr@bellsouth.net or write to them at Clyde Walker, Ocean Sounds Media, P.O. Box 2059, St. Augustine, Fl. 32084
The song St. Augustine is also available at http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/ClydeWalker
The song Land of Flowers was written by David and Mary Anna Evans. It was one of the top 3 songs a few years ago in the Will McLean Best New Florida Song Contest. Mary Anna
Lyrics to Land of the Flowers
The palm trees stand in silhouette Where Spaniards cast their bayonets. The soldiers are gone, but the trees stand yet, Towering over the land of the flowers.
The gray moss blew in fresh from Spain, Riding the crest of a wild hurricane. Our fine homes scatter but the moss remains. The moss drips forever, but never runs dry.
And the water springs clear from the sand and the stone, Quenching a wilderness no one can own. And the water springs cold from the stone and the sand. Nothing of value will rest in your hand. We pass sterile days, sharing the blame For colorless cities with old Spanish names. But God hides in places that no one can tame, Standing watch over the land of the flowers.
And the water springs clear from the sand and the stone, Quenching a wilderness no one can own. And the water springs cold from the stone and the sand. Nothing of value will rest in your hand.
The palm trees stand in silhouette Where Spaniards cast their bayonets. The soldiers are gone, but the trees stand yet, Towering over the land of the flowers.
Music and lyrics: by David and Mary Anna Evans Lead vocals and harmonies: Mary Anna Evans Guitar and harmonies: David Evans Guitar: David Reiser Fiddle: Annemieke Pronker-Coron Percussion: Bill Hutchinson
Mary Anna Evans has degrees in physics and engineering, but her heart is in the past. Her works of fiction include: Artifacts, Relics, Effigies, Findings, Floodgates, Strangers, Plunder and, coming in November 2013, Rituals. Published by Poisoned Pen Press.
Mary Anna’s interests in music and writing collided when she was asked to contribute a story and an original song for a book/CD anthology called A Merry Band of Murderers. She co-wrote and sang the song “Land of the Flowers” for that project. For more information contact her at maryannaevans@yahoo.com
