All things fade into dark green water down by the lake

[sovay]

Yesterday was what spatch is accustomed to refer to as A Day, by which I mean that I spent it in the greater hinterlands of Rhode Island and Massachusetts with selkie on the occasion of her beloved grandfather's ninetieth birthday. We had dinner at S.S. Dion on the waterfront of Bristol Harbor, where I was introduced to about thirty relatives of assorted degrees and generations and had the best conversations with the one who went as Belle for Halloween because his five-year-old daughter asked him to. (He showed me the pictures. He looked great.) There were fried oysters for dinner and two cakes made by one of the cousins our age. The grandfather and his second wife hugged me when the party broke up, which I had not expected. We got yelled at by a seagull on the slipway. Otherwise the purpose of my presence was emotional support against damage radiating like black light and event horizons and I believe I discharged my duty faithfully; also I got some pictures in the process. Most of them are ancestral homestead, but there is also the sea.



Vintage rust. It belonged originally to Selkie's grandfather and was not the only one of its kind on the property.



What I began to refer to as the murder corn.



GRANT WOOD, EAT YER HEART OUT.



It was remarkably photogenic murder corn. We were both just pretty sure that if you live in the house, it talks to you.



A seal in her natural habitat.



Her natural habitat.



Selkie, windblown.



Me, also windblown.

I regret nothing about having been there for one of my dearest friends and the mother of my godchild, even if at one point way too close to our scheduled departure time we were seriously discussing stealing a car from the middle of cabin-bearing woods. We got home all right to our respective states. We slept late. Today I am doing nothing except reading Ross Macdonald and being visited by rushthatspeaks. But Monday could be boring and that would be just fine with me.

Comments

[selkie]

THE MURDER CORN ((((*whispermurmur*)))) LOVES ALL.

Could you have paid me to walk into it? Eh, as an alternative to going into the house.

Also we wouldn’t even have had to hot start the car, so I do not think it would have been stealing.

Love.

[kore]

MURDER CORN

I lived in Iowa for just about exactly one year, and man, even when there's no wind, that stuff does talk to you. It rattles and rustles and there are the frantic sounds of little scurrying things and bigger scurrying things and then silence broken by a kind of shhhssshshshsh hushing sound. No Thank You.

aww the water pix are beautiful (as are the people in them)

[julian]

I am glad you got to support the Selkie, even though it involved murder corn. (Such supports are beyond gold, really.)

[gwynnega]

MURDER CORN!

[chomiji]

Evening sunlit murder corn!

[thisbluespirit]

I think I'm more worried that someone has a sofa, presumably for watching the Murder Corn do it work!

Thanks for sharing the pics.

♥

[brigdh]

What excellent photos, and hurray for fried oysters! (And that corn totally looks murdery.)