who walk in his ways!
For you shall eat the fruit of your handiwork;
blessed shall you be, and favored .
It is autumn in New England. After a few warm days and cool nights the temp dropped into the forties last night. It will not get out of the fifties during the day. It is cool, crisp and cloudy; conditions that make up my definition of a perfect autumn day. I went for a walk through the cemetery after the 10 AM Mass reveling in the aromas of autumn.
It is the Columbus Day weekend. As I drove home from Newton on Friday afternoon the traffic seemed already heavy at 3 PM. It got worse. A fatal traffic accident due in part to the very bizarre custom in MA (legal apparently) of driving on the shoulder during rush hour backed up traffic on 495 for 41 miles. Nothing is more disconcerting than being in the right lane and having a few Bostonians speed (do they drive any other way?) by on the shoulder.
Around 7:15 PM on Friday I was walking down the hall by the office. Two men came in. One was a deacon in the Augustinians of the Assumption who came here for his retreat. The other drove. The trip from Worcester took 2 hours 45 minutes. It is normally under an hour. They were fried and hungry. Tomorrow should be interesting on the highways.
Photos are random. If the sun comes out tomorrow as promised I may go to the roof with the tripod, a task that will be more than a little challenging, to take photos of the early leaf change.
The first two are of a cross on a church steeple. They were taken about 2 minutes apart. I liked the shapes against the clear sky. One was taken with the camera facing west (top) and the other with the camera facing east.
The shot below is communion during the Campion Jesuit Family Mass. The place was SRO. This is an annual lunch to which the men can invite whomever and however many family they wish. It was a great success because unlike previous years it was planned for indoors. The weather was wretched for an outdoor lunch.
Back to Taiwan (I wish).
The first shows that one can use a construction caused stop creatively. We were stopped just as we were exited a tunnel. Where we were and from whence we came all in one shot.
A bit further up the mountain we drove by this pear orchard in which each pear was wrapped in the kind of tissue used to pack sweaters in gift boxes from better department stores. I suspect the pears were not inexpensive.
This last is one of the best shots I ever took, at least in my mind. Certainly I am drawn to it because of the experience in January 2011. Ignatius and I went to Sun Moon Lake, my favorite place on earth to relax, a few days before I headed to Sydney. By the time we reached the top of Ci-en Pagoda the sun was setting and the temperature dropping rapidly. Is it a good photo because of the composition, play of light, the splash of color, or because it recalls what was a perfect day?
+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD