Grand Eastern white pines lined the many miles south on rte. 89 through New Hampshire and into Massachusetts. Snow clinging and sparkling on deep blueish-green branches. Once a ninety-minute drive east on rte. 495 from our family home in MetroWest had now been lengthened to a five hour-Ish journey. Traffic dependent. Central Vermont to Cape Cod via the Sagamore. I am now a visitor and no longer local…
Green license plates the exception as we travelled through Boston. My husband and I have been on the road more than not as of late and feeling a bit travels weary but visually engaged as we observed the new buildings that had amplified the Boston skyline. Mirrored stories now competed with the Pru and the John Hancock tower when once they stood quite singularly. Sleek and contemporary in design. We eagerly chatted about the familiar while curious about the new…
Brewster was the destination. South Dennis too. Visiting family for a few days was the primary reason for the trip but a promise to walk on the beach was made and hoped to be repeated as often as time would allow. Regardless of the time of year. I never miss an opportunity to search the horizon from sandy shores when made available…
Beaches were December cold. I strained to Imagine the sounds of summer with the throngs of beach goers crowding the soft warm weather sands. Instead, I was distracted by the shock of cold as I exited the protected path to the beach. Impossible it was to focus on anything other than the immediate while I zipped up my black down jacket and adjusted my sunglasses in response to the frigid New England wind blowing harsh off the ocean. Standing firmly in my Blundstone’s on hardened taupe-colored sands bracing myself against the punishing and unrelenting wind while relishing the moment…
The miles of sandy desolation appealed to me. I am both familiar and comfortable with isolation. My solitary studio life demands it. While different from my Vermont life, was it? Quiet solitude in a rugged natural environment felt about right…
A gentle surf lapped on the bay side of the Cape boasting an expanse of dark Atlantic waters. A feast for the imagination. The cobalt sky nearly uninterrupted while a seemingly contented gull squatted at the ocean edge…
“Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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You’re such a good writer. Namaste.
Thank you very much Larry!