Bright sun welcomed us this morning. Now the sky is alive, alternating cloud and sun; suddenly overcast, then deep, rich, blue. It is hardly the quiet after the storm, the west wind howling past and bending the trees as far over as they will go.
We received about an inch of welcome rain overnight; the storm passed to our west so we were on the warm, somewhat drier side. As expected, we lost a lot of leaves overnight, but there remains more foliage and colour than I had hoped.
Late yesterday, after Jennie put the gardens to bed for the winter, I drove her to the train. We were running too late to for her to catch it at the local station so I drove her to a station a bit closer in to Boston. The trees along the highway were mostly bare, but as soon as we left the highway we were again emersed in autumn’s brilliance.
Like many, we try to do what we can as we wrestle with feeling bewildered at the hatred, power hunger, and lack of empathy let loose in the world. We are aware there is little an individual can do in the face of collective insanity, but we also know that sometimes one individual’s actions, unpredictably, awaken a much larger collective action.
We find being in the studio helps us stay alive, engaged, and human, even when feeling overwhelmed and anxious. This week, Jennie spent much of her free time in the studio (when we were not watching, enthralled, the Blue Jays and Dodgers play in the World Series). She was making books. I worked a little with sound, hung out in the art studio trying to get some traction, and wrote. I’m wondering what book I might next make, and whether I might better bring the feel of a book to my blog.
I hope your weekend brings you and yours play, love, creativity, and joy. For now, I thought you might enjoy a look through our studio windows, where all of fall’s stages are now visible. Here is the view from my desk in the music studio:
Here, along with the Featured image are views from the art studio:
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