Heather and I are driving east on I-85 North, an oxymoron that I believe I’ve griped about before. I-85 is sort of like that kid in school who broke all the rules and yet still was beloved of teachers everywhere (yes, Ian Sikora, I’m talking about YOU) AND went to the homecoming dance with the girl YOU wanted… except, you know – asphalt and presumably longer (though with the way all the girls Loved him it made you WONDER).
In any case – we’re heading east waiting for the moon to rise, watching the sun vanish in the rearview mirror, reflected in the highrises of Charlotte, NC setting the city on fire. Beautiful golden pillars of light climbing up – waiting for the moon to rise fully eclipsed by our planet’s shadow. First one in three years, timed to be particularly dramatic. I’m excited to see.
Charlotte has one of the most beautiful skylines – more unique buildings than most any other city – and I’m particularly struck by it tonight as we round the city and see the whole thing silhouetted against yellow and orange clouds, all those brilliant oil-colour hues that digital camera simply struggle in vain to capture.
Last night we played the Charlotte Northern Arts’ District’s monthly Gallery Walk at the Evening Muse. As usual for the event, they had a great turn out and we had a really warm audience. Coupled up with three full bands, I was typically paranoid about the audience losing interest in our little two piece. As usual my paranoia was unfounded. It was a good night and I got an awesome smoothie from the Smelly Cat.
Charlotte has one of the mmost beautiful skylines – more unique buildings than most any other city – and I’m particularly struck by it tonight as we round the city and see the whole thing silhouetted against yellow and orange clouds, all those brilliant oil-colour hues that digital camera simply struggle in vain to capture.
Last night we played the Charlotte Northern Arts’ District’s monthly Gallery Walk at the Evening Muse. As usual for the event, they had a great turn out and we had a really warm audience. Coupled up with three full bands, I was typically paranoid about the audience losing interest in our little two piece. As usual my paranoia was unfounded. It was a good night and I got an awesome smoothie from the Smelly Cat.
I even ran across a friend from college, and not even the other friend from college that I WAS expecting to see.
The world is entirely, bizarrely too small.
Unfortunately, clouds stole the eclipse from us close to the horizon, but we stepped out of Guitar Center to see the Moon finally above the clouds and still 90% covered. I hadn’t realized Heather had never seen a lunar eclipse before, and watching as the Moon is slowly de-devoured by whatever snake god is supposed to have consumed has been especially special for her.
The last one I saw I watched with my Dad, chasing it with binoculars and watching the terminator (I’m not sure if it’s a terminator when it’s caused by another body’s shadow and not just the rotation of the planet / moon itself, but whatEVER) race across the lunar surface. It makes me sad that I couldn’t call him today and remind him that it was happening.
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