Five Senses Friday Number 20

Hear:
• While having my hair cut today my stylist leaned in and told me, in hushed tones, that someone had jumped off the nearby parking garage roof only hours earlier. That was sobering.
• On a lighter note, I've never been to a party and heard the words, "Let's have a cattle drive" come out of someone's mouth. But they did, and we did, on Tuesday night. Though I didn't take photos to accompany it, I'm thinking this story deserves it's own post.
• I've started listening to a lot of Bill Frisell this week. I don't know what prompted it, but the emotion that man can wring from a guitar is humbling.

Taste:
• Buttermilk blueberry muffins
• Pineapple upside-down cake
• The wonderful combination of peanut butter, ginger, and sesame in a cookie with subtle crunch
• Hennepin beer from Brewery Oomagang. I love the taste, but I love saying both "Hennepin" and "Oomagang" even more — like an unfamiliar dialect from the land of beer.

See:
• "Mare's tails" clouds in a crisp blue sky. I'd never heard the expression.
• I saw my parents and brother in RI last Sunday, always special
• Dynamite Records on Main St. Northampton empty, dark, and very much closed for good. A worrisome sign. J loved to buy his vinyl there. I'll miss the surprises he'd come home with.

Smell:
• Grilled hamburgers
• Impending autumn
• Corn husks, drying on the ground outside the kitchen door. A pleasant scent, like dried hay.

Feel:
• A definite chill in the air, especially at night
• The weight of heavier blankets
• No longer that self-conscious about shooting random photos in public, in front of people. I'm more obsessed with getting a shot I want than about worrying how I look taking it. It's liberating to not care who's watching