Good Bye Old Cedar RIP

In A Crow Calling, you hear the sound of the crow once responding to me at the time I was working on this piece. Calling from the old cedar in front of my house, he kept repeating the initial phrase so realistically that I felt obliged to dedicate this piece to him.

Unfortunately, in the morning of January 18th, a terrible gust of wind knocked the old cedar down, without hurting or damaging anybody or anything. Only the crow who is now missing his comfortable branch…