TGIF

Brant Point Sunrise. September 13, 2024. Nantucket, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here: Brant Point Lighthouse and Brant Point U.S. Coastguard

Walking. On Fantasy Island & Back.

“So, have you had COVID?” asked Doc. “No.” And I felt obliged to explain as he stared me down: “Work from Home, hang near / at Home, Life in its totality within a 25-mile Protected radius around Home, a self-quarantining since the onset of COVID — has increased, if not assured this outcome.” His eye brows lift again, as I close with… “And I like it, all of it.”

So, with that preamble, you can understand the State of my State, stomach doing loops, as the mind and body prepare for an exit of the Protected Zone, the two former exits tied to Rachel’s wedding prep (Sept 2021), Rachel’s Wedding (Oct 2022) and then again this month (Sept 2023) in a decision made in 24 hours to Let’s Go!. Synchronicity?

A 3.5 hour car ride, a 1-hour ferry ride, Wally in tow, we arrive in Nantucket. Mr. Roarke: My dear guests! I Welcome you to Fantasy Island!

In my October 2021 post Walking. Great Point & Hallowed Ground, I reflect on my first trip to Nantucket, I close with a quote from Richard Powers: “I feel like I belong here… There we were. Nothing. Everything.” And as I re-read that post, and reflect on this trip, not much as changed.

Susan: “Think we could live here?”

DK: “I don’t know.”

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Daybreak. (Not @ Cove Island Park. Not like in a row)

More photos of Sconset Beach here. (And don’t ask me why the video doesn’t have sound. Yet another operator fail.)

More photos of Nantucket’s Serengeti here.

…clouds might start to come in and they were gently autumnal; they made the world look quietly soft

By the middle of October, the foliage was beautiful. It seemed that the colors had arrived somewhat late, and because there had been so little rain for so long people thought maybe this was why the trees were shy and would not change their color so vibrantly. But then they did! Then they did.

Here is a secret about the beauty of the physical world. My mother told me this when I was very small —  my real mother, not the nice mother I made up later to be with me — my real mother told me one day that the great landscape painters understood one thing: that everything in nature started from the same color. And I thought of this as I watched the leaves changing. You may think: Don’t be ridiculous! There are vibrant reds and yellows and greens! And there are. Yet, walking along the river, as I did more frequently now, but also walking down our narrow road, I saw this. That in the yellows and the reds and the greens, they were somehow springing from the same color. And it is hard to describe this, but as more leaves fell I saw this more clearly.  Everything seems to start with a kind of brown and it grows from there: The huge slabs of rocks that were on the side of the road were gray and brown, and the oak trees that turned russet were similar in color to the seaweed that I have described as being a coppery color, and the water, whether it is dark green or gray or brown, was of a similar hue.

I also noticed how, in the afternoons, clouds might start to come in and they were gently autumnal; they made the world look quietly soft as though it was already getting ready to tuck itself in for the night. I am only saying what a thing the physical world is!

— Elizabeth Strout, Lucy by the Sea: A Novel (Random House, September 20, 2022)


Photo: DK @ Brant Point, Nantucket. October 2, 2022 @ 7:21 am.  See more pictures from Brant point here.

So let the darkness shape you, let it reform you, let it cradle you…


Notes:

  • DK Photo: 5:45 a.m. 54° F. Monday, October 3, 2022 @ Sconset Beach, Nantucket, MA. Remnants of Hurricane Ian. Wind Gusts up to 35 mph. See more photos from yesterday’s morning walk here.
  • Post inspired by: “It is only when we are truly alone, without someone else to lean on, left with our own inner solitude that we can undergo a process of change. The introspection that is needed to bring out the light that has dwindled down to ash and reignite the fire of our being. So let the darkness shape you, let it reform you, let it cradle you and birth you into a new life. Let the spark flame again, in the darkness is where you will find it.” —  L.J. Vanier, Ether: Into the Nemesis (via Make Believe Boutique)