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We heard the news about Lou Reed last night. It may be awhile before that feels real. As I said this morning on Facebook, one of the things I've always missed most about the demise of Death's Little Sister was singing our cover of "Sweet Jane." Here's the thing about Lou Reed: Maybe you've never listened to music very much, and maybe you've never really been a fan. But I guarantee at least one or two of your favorite bands/singers was significantly influenced by him. Or by someone who was significantly influenced by him. He's left a mark.

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Catch-up post.

Obviously, I've written nothing (except a few tweets, Facebook "status updates," and a whole bunch of stuff in my Moleskinne) since Friday, when I wrote 1,432 words and finished the second chapter of Cherry Bomb.

So, here in Providence, Saturday night was cold and windy as fuck. I kept expecting the Steel Yard to postpone the iron pour, the wind was so bad. But they didn't, and, against our better judgment, we went. I'm not going into detail. But it was awful. Other than the beautiful ceramic octopus cup I bought from one of the pottery vendors, it was an utter bust. The show dragged. And dragged. We kept waiting for it to really pick up, but the tempo was off. It was clear the wind was a problem, causing sparks to move in unpredictable directions and iron to cool too quickly. Between the show being a flop, the horrid people, and the bitter cold, we left partway through. Usually, the shows done by eight or so. At eight-thirty it seemed to have hardly gotten underway.

We stopped by home to get warm, then headed to South County and Saunderstown and Spooky's parents' farm. They're still in Germany. I won't go into detail (she says, again). It was a good and restful weekend. We kept lonely Spider Cat company. We tended to the chickens and picked peas and peppers from the garden. We walked a bit in the woods bordering the farm. We went to Shartner Farms for carving pumpkins and a blueberry pie. We had takeout from Kingston Pizza and a Greek place the name of which I cannot now recall. I do not mind autumn half so much when I am free of the city, surrounded by trees that seem to hold up that wide carnivorous sky, hold it up and hold it at bay. There is, by the way, I am aware, an odd paradox regarding my fear of cloudless blue skies: At the sea, it vanishes, even though you'd think it would be very bad there. I have no explanation. In the mornings, I went out in my sock feet and pajamas and sat on the front porch in the sun.

The best part of the trip though for me was last night, when we drove down to Narragansett and harbor of Refuge. There was the most remarkable sunset. It was truly like seeing an atomic explosion. As if all of Connecticut and Long Island Sound were on fire. We also saw deer and rabbits. The Point Judith Lighthouse stood sentry. I was glad to see that much of the damage done to the jetty by Hurricane Sandy has been repaired. I walked about 200 yards out.

There are a lot of photos I want to post. I'm gonna begin with last night and work my way backwards...





5:51 p.m.



View to the southwest. Same as above.



Conflagration.





The northern tip of Block Island, ten miles to the south.





View down the jetty, to the south and west.



The sea meets the stones; view to the southeast.



Spooky and the dunes; view to the north and west.



Judith Point Lighthouse, looking back east. The lighthouse is about .34 miles from the jetty.



6:08 p.m.

The fire sinks into the sea.

All photographs Copyright © 2013 by Caitlín R. Kiernan.

Comments

( 12 comments — Have your say! )
vulpine137
Oct. 28th, 2013 08:03 pm (UTC)
Love the pictures, thank you for sharing. *misses jetties and lighthouses*
greygirlbeast
Oct. 28th, 2013 08:06 pm (UTC)

You are welcome.
mataar
Oct. 28th, 2013 08:16 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous sunset. Love seeing your pictures. Thank you!
alumiere
Oct. 28th, 2013 08:37 pm (UTC)
Between Lou Reed's death and your photos I'm homesick in a way that never happens. Generally I miss some of the people but not the place; right now I'd love to be watching the sunset on a blustery beach followed by an evening drinking with random freaks at a dive bar and then dancing til dawn at whtever club hasn't been torn down or gentrified. But the places of my youth are gone, and that reality would probably make me angry. I miss people and things that will never recur.
vipermitch
Oct. 28th, 2013 08:42 pm (UTC)
I'm sixty-three, something I mention to put Lou Reeds passing in perspective. I purchased The Banana album by the Velvet Underground when I was 16 (though I might have been younger or a little older) I wore the album out, in three weeks, and had to buy another copy.
greygirlbeast
Oct. 29th, 2013 12:00 am (UTC)

I'm sixty-three, something I mention to put Lou Reeds passing in perspective. I purchased The Banana album by the Velvet Underground when I was 16 (though I might have been younger or a little older) I wore the album out, in three weeks, and had to buy another copy.

Wow. Nice.
setsuled
Oct. 28th, 2013 10:20 pm (UTC)
Other than the beautiful ceramic octopus cup I bought from one of the pottery vendors

Nice.

There was the most remarkable sunset. It was truly like seeing an atomic explosion.

Yes, great photos.

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greygirlbeast
Oct. 29th, 2013 03:08 pm (UTC)

maybe in the moment that he fell.
ulffriend
Oct. 29th, 2013 02:05 am (UTC)
I heard someone refer to Lou Reed as the Father of Alternative Music. That sounds right to me.

Lovely photos - I feel a tiny bit better just looking at them
sovay
Oct. 29th, 2013 03:04 am (UTC)
Those are wonderful, ocean-full pictures. Thank you. I am surrounded by boxes, which are much less sweeping.
greygirlbeast
Oct. 29th, 2013 03:09 pm (UTC)

I am surrounded by boxes, which are much less sweeping.

May the boxes soon be emptied.
dipsomaniac
Oct. 29th, 2013 04:47 pm (UTC)
You captured my favorite time of day in the sunset photos. They are beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
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