September 22, 2021
The farewell
This grasshopper has been trapped in my kitchen all week. I heard him singing one night and spotted him high up in a corner. For days I left the window open, thinking he’d find his way out the way he probably found his way in, but unlike the moths and stinging insects who usually do, he didn’t.
One night as my roommates and I stood around talking, he made his way all the way around the perimeter of the kitchen before setting on the power cord to the hanging paper lantern, but for days and days, made no move towards the window.
I was afraid he’d eventually just die in here from lack of water, but he also wouldn’t come down low enough for me to nab him in a container and take him back outside.
Finally this morning when I got up for breakfast, I didn’t see him right away, and hoped he’d made his escape, but as I started putting away clean dishes, I nearly grabbed him where he was sitting on the handle of a fork in the silverware rack. He didn’t move. I found an empty takeout container and started nudging him into it with the lid, but maybe sensing the help he knew he needed, he mostly went of his own volition.
I took him out back and set the container on the fire escape and figured he’d just go at that point, and when I returned a few minutes later, I at first thought he had, but then found him sitting on my apple mint plant in a nearby pot.
Wondering if he was weak or dehydrated, I put a little candle holder full of water in the pot where I hoped he’d get to it, and left for work.
Getting home unexpectedly early, I once again looked and at first thought he was gone, before spotting him still perched on the mint plant, though he had at least re-positioned himself slightly. I decided to sit outside myself for a while, and as I sat in the cool air of the last night of summer listening to a baseball game, he began to chirp softly.
And then I happened to look over just in time to see him climb up a few leaves to sit right at the top of the apple mint, where he swayed for a moment before he leapt and flew off down the alley.
February 2, 2021
Sorry, friend, no snacks today!
December 30, 2020
Waterways
I went out on a final hike of the year yesterday, since it was supposed to be cold but clear. The inlet of Spuyten Duyvil Creek was mostly a frozen mud flat, but whether due to natural currents or use by water birds, some little rivulets remained free-flowing.
February 18, 2020
Falling backwards (A tiny late valentine to Pluto)
I learned from a Twitter friend this morning that today is the 90th anniversary of the discovery of Pluto by researcher Clyde Tombaugh! (I meant to make this post for Valentine’s Day, but this is better.) Only recently did I learn that the now-famous heart-shaped region of Pluto, the Tombaugh Regio, is named for him, because somewhat coincidentally, I’ve become obsessed with this song this week:
But the even neater coincidence is this song, whose lyrics conclude
“The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me”
…was released in November of 2013.
The photographs revealing the heart of Pluto, the Tombaugh Regio, were not released until July of 2015.
(Some notes from the artist on the song and album are here.)
December 31, 2019
Cold twilight
Wishing you all a restful, happy new year! I’m hoping to get back to writing a little bit more regularly in the new decade than I’ve been able to recently. In the meantime, enjoy this view from an evening walk in my hometown over Christmas!
September 7, 2019
Nighttime visitor
Well hello, friend!
[Image depicts a bright green cricket hanging out on the inside of a white paper lantern in a dark kitchen at night.]
June 16, 2019
Pigeon standoff
It isn’t uncommon for me to wake to the sound of cooing or scratching pigeons–my building is bordered by alleyways on two sides–but one morning earlier this week, I was woken by that familiar sound… slightly too inside my window instead of out.
[Image description: A large, dark gray pigeon perches atop a stack of journals on top of my chest of drawers, beneath a photograph which he’s knocked askew.]
We had a little bit of a standoff while I caught my breath, figured out what to do, and naturally took a picture. Remembering a childhood incident in which a big crow had come down our chimney and gotten itself trapped in the living room, I opened the window wider and pulled the curtain aside so he could clearly see the only way out of the room, and a moment later he was …off on a different adventure for the day.
