This is one impressive vegetable.
I’ve never grown kohlrabi before, but I will definitely do it again. If only I can figure out how to cook it.
First garden kohlrabi of the season
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The Road: the movie
Just finished watching the movie The Road, based on the novel of the same name by Cormac McCarthy. My friend Terry Grignon recommended this movie in his blog some time ago, but I kind of put off seeing it because (1) I read the book and loved it and was devastated for a long time after that; and (2) Dan doesn’t like depressing movies.
But Cormac McCarthy is probably my favorite of all living American writers, so the movie couldn’t be put off forever. And then of course the movie, like the book, like all things Cormac McCarthy, exists on many different levels, and not all of them are devastating.
So Dan left after about twenty minutes of watching grim and grimmer, and I didn’t argue. There were times I wanted to leave, too. But then there were the times that (despite the feeling I was watching the Viewers’ Digest condensed version) Cormac McCarthy’s fine writing shown through. The total love of the man for the boy illuminated the entire movie–as it did the book. And the boy’s inherent goodness.
One thing I got from Save the Cat! is that the theme should be stated in something like the first ten pages (minutes?). And there it was: The man says in voice over: “If [the boy] is not the Word of God, then God never spoke.”
Oh, beautiful!
Views near Golden Grove
Sunset, May 31.
Another long near-solstice day. When you’re this far north, sunset takes a long time. Which gives the photographer many views and angles to choose from, lots of photos to take, and abiding gratitude that she no longer has to pay for film.
7pm
8pm
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The other night I couldn’t get to sleep. I had been writing, or thinking about writing, and a scene between two of my characters was simmering in my mind, spiced with some emotional component that had me alert and deeply engaged. So after maybe an hour of lying in bed, I got up to take an acetaminophen, hoping to relax enough to sleep.
The moon was shining in through the skylight, surrounded by clouds in dizzying patterns. There would be no sleep for me while this remained unphotographed.
This is the part where a camera with more pixel-depth would have helped. Or at least a tripod. But perhaps this photo will give you a small idea of the magic of that moonlight.
Views near Golden Grove
I love these long days near the summer solstice. We sleep less. “Late afternoon” means 6pm, and the light is spun silver; the water is shining mercury.
May 27th. We wrap up a day of work around the house and go for a quick ride into town. Silver light turns the Great Salt Pond into magic.
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Roses!
The island is swimming in rosa rugosa. Mounds and masses of them line Corn Neck Road near Crescent Beach. Each flower is a gem.
The breeze blowing up the island past our house smells like heaven. Like a room full of roses, but it’s the outside air. We throw open all the windows.
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May 18, 2012. After a day of hard work (by Dan; me, I’m still writing) we get to play mojitos-on-the-deck redux. Another clear day, another gorgeous sunset. Today, though, there are fewer clouds, so the sun sails out of the sky round and even and glittering in the water.
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May 17, 2012. We get to spend our 32nd anniversary on the island. Mojitos on the deck watching the sun shimmer out of the clouds and set full and red. It’s north of the lighthouse now. Official sunset time: 8:01. Official reservation time at the Spring House: 8:15. Great location, great drinks, great sunset, great meal.
Happy anniversary, Dan, my partner, my friend, my love!
Somewhere near the border of New York and New Jersey
My friend Steve Heikin sent me this photo with the caption, “Where Am I?”
Where am I?
Except for the impressive signpost, the place doesn’t look particularly noteworthy, but from the signpost alone I’d bet someone could find it and answer Steve’s question.
The more interesting question, it seems to me, is his other one: “Where am I going?”
Views near Golden Grove
After four months, we’re back on the island again. This is always a wonderful occasion. We regretted not bringing champagne to celebrate–but a surprise fireworks display at 1:15am more than made up for that.
God, meanwhile, or celestial mechanics, was providing our normal and much loved fireworks.
After sunset, the sky continued blazing red for some time.
The full moon rose so bright that we could see colors by moonlight.
