I emailed Vince notes about his illustration for "At the Reef" (to appear in Sirenia Digest #59).
Then we took advantage of what will likely be the last warm day this year. It was 74F Outside, so, we left the House and drove south and east to Conanicut Island and Beavertail. On the way down, we listened to Throwing Muses and I read two Thomas Ligotti stories, "Drink to Me Only With Labyrinthine Eyes" and "The Glamour." By the time we reached the shore, the sun was low. And it felt about twenty degrees cooler by the sea. The surf was unexpectedly rough, and there was an enormous fog bank rolling in from the east. We watched it swallow Newport and Aquidneck Island. It was neither grey nor blue, and moved swiftly over the water. We sat on the rocks and listened to the foghorn. There was a flock of cormorants drifting out beyond the breakers, and a few gulls perched on the boulders, eyeing the bay as though it had betrayed their expectations. A flock of eider ducks flew past. The air was salty and cold and I didn't want to come home.
There a photos below, behind the cut.
I'm wondering if I can "crowdsource" two relatively simple tattoos. Am I even using the portmanteau correctly? Anyway, I've been thinking, as I cannot currently afford the back and sleeve work I want done, I could settle for one word on each wrist. On my left would be the word House (in blue) and on my right wrist would be the word Tree (in red). Both would be inked in Courier. I'd probably have it done at Artfreek on Wickenden Street. Two words that have had such significance for me.
Tomorrow night, I will be reading (and signing) at the Brown University Bookstore on Thayer Street. Costumes optional. Reading starts at 6 p.m. You should come, if you can. I hate reading to empty rooms. I will probably be reading something from The Ammonite Violin & Others.
The platypus compels you to have a look at the current eBay auctions. Also, the platypus compels me to remind you that all the cool Halloween-related creations in Spooky's Dreaming Squid Dollworks and Sundries Etsy shop will go away on November 1st, so act now. The platypus is a compelling beast.
I think that's all for now. Except for the photographs. I have to write.
One of my favorite photos of me, ever. View to the south.
The wind wasn't so bad on the east side of the point, so we moved. Here's the fog bank swallowing Newport. View to the northeast.
A fisherman on the rocks.
Again, view northeast, towards Newport. The bigger waves were at least four or five feet high.
Closeup of lichen on phyllite.
Clouds swallowing the sun, mist swallowing the sky. View to the south. The ruins of the old lighthouse are visible on the right.
On the way home. The sunset from Marsh Meadows. View to the west.
Old windmill in Jamestown, built in 1787. View to the east.
Looking south and east towards the Newport Bridge (about a mile and a half away).
All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac