Halibut Point

The quarried coast at Gloucester

contrasts sharply for its short distance from

the tip of Cape Cod.

From the most protracted transition of land to water

we cut to the chiseled intersections.

On my way home to Ann Arbor.

if you look really closely

You might see the Right whales that slithered into the sunset

on my last night.

I heard them before I saw them.

Alone, my imagination convinces me of an exchange.

The finest of farewells.

winding down

Last day approaching suggests a summary.

But there is no outline that can approximate my time here.

Provincetown helps you get in sync from the inside out.

Friday night oysters and clams at Victor's then

the Porchside followed by

the A-house little bar and

Lord knows how many negronis later...

a fitting farewell with David.

I'll be back.

This place has taken hold.

wharf and dunes

gathering souvenirs

the little cut through to Commercial from

Bradford where the famous A-House lives

Herring Cove from the dunes

sweating in a t-shirt; spring must be

here at last.

Ptown places

7 gosnold st under the town hall

from town hall square

feels like this place is a part of me now.

the thought of leaving is hard to swallow.

gosnold at commercial again