These have been dark and difficult days. Everything just feels fraught, frayed. I have been reminding myself that this time of year has often felt like that for me. I looked through the last month of photographs on my phone as I sat down to write this post, and noticed that an unusual number were of the sky, and of darkness and light, of the beginnings and endings of things, of sunrises and sunsets. I always take pictures of skies, so that’s not new, but I definitely noticed more than normal. That feels appropriate. Every single one of these photographs was taken in the month of October. I’m hoping November brings smoother sailing, and perhaps more light than dark, though if there’s one thing I know, it’s that you can’t have one without the other.
Sunset from the rock overlooking Grace’s school during family weekend.
The pre-dawn sky in Chicago.
The sun setting over Chicago as I prepared to leave.
Chicago from the sky, which feels to me oddly like old biology class illustrations of the circulatory system.
A rainbow back in Boston, between rainstorms.
A pink sunset sky from my office in Cambridge.
Dawn from the sky en route to New York.
The sun setting in New York.
Sunset from my office window in Cambridge, Halloween evening.
Some of these photographs were already shared on my Instagram.