Thirteenth Storm

Matthew, the thirteenth named storm of the season, is making its way North in the Atlantic. Tonight is the Harvest Moon–quite lovely having cleared some low clouds in the East and now hanging silver and large in the sky.

First day of Autumn feels like the last breath of summer. It’s a good time to start new projects that require fortitude and concentration. I still remember the smell of the book-bag I carried to St. Benedicts. I can thank the nuns there for a strong grounding in English grammar and a motivation to study martial arts. If a nun comes at me now, I will block and dodge, but not counter. I do retain some respect.

Soon I’ll be dealing with my windows. Will I find the cash and energy to put in vinyl replacements, or cover the whole mess with plastic like we did in the seventies? Probably the latter, but that works okay. And there’s the pleasure of ripping it off when Spring returns.

Autumn Begins

Last Day of Summer, Prospect Park

We have warm, clear weather for the first day of Fall. There’s a huge Harvest Moon, I tried to photograph it– but it came out looking like a blurry dot.

Here’s the State House, with a train arriving at the station.

I joined with some friends to observe the Autumnal Equinox by playing drums at the Temple to Music at Roger Williams Park. Through the marble columns we watched the moon rise over the  pond, followed by the planet Jupiter, an evening star.

Jupiter was so bright that it left a trail of light on the pond, next to the bright sparkles of the reflected moon. What a show– and for free.  Tonight the moon is full, Jupiter and Uranus visible below, and looks like it will be clear. Get out and see it if you can.