This is one of my favorite things to look at on the commute from Syracuse to New York. It’s big, dumb, and brutish. You’ll catch sight of it heading south on rt 380 on the spur connecting Scranton and rt.80. It’s just this big rock sitting out on a scrubby field. I’ve been doing this drive almost forever, but this is the first year I ever noticed it. During much of the year, I pass it by in the dark. For some reason, I noticed it this year, after the switch day lights savings time. It caught my attention quick and then passed out of view. I had to pay close attention on the next two commutes to figure out just exactly where it was and how to pull over safely to get a better look. It’s a magnificent thing, sitting out there in the middle of nowhere, part of, I’m sure, the Catskills geological record. I think it’s emblematic. I like how it is both a part of and apart from its immediate environment. I can’t figure out if it’s gentle or not.