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

another wired puppy

this series is kept alive by visiting friends

who drink coffee.

I wait and draw.

picnic spot

start of another view out the kitchen window

you can just make out Race Point Lighthouse

in the distance.

A choice location

black and white at hatches harbor

one

two

three

four

tides at the switch

Herring Cove

Herring Cove

It was a perfect day.

I found my favorite rock so far. It has two clear white lines

that come together for a short segment, then continue around.

I saw a seal who I am certain was Brita. She swam in close just outside the run,

bobbed around a bit as I waved.

I pieced together silky segments of Right whales,

cutting the horizon

tails wagging, then back to flat,

black crescents arc so close

the muffled sounds of their spray came to shore.

My picnic driftwood bench aligned with the Race Point Lighthouse.

I got on a drawing roll.

The tide was low and I jumped shy of the bank only once.

more magical Hatches Harbor

got my hands on a tide chart;

when you hit the low just right,

it's a drawing extravaganza.

Long Point then home again

from Long Point looking at Woods End Lighthouse

pilgrim monument from library window of

7 Gosnold Street

Long Point

crossing all the way over the breakwater to Long Point's

shores where diversity dazzles in stones,

all tiny specimens compared to

Herring Cove's ocean currency.

breakwater (and other things too)

Like steel shavings to a magnet,

shipwrecks to Cape Cod.

A map noting locations over time before

construction of the Cape Cod Canal in 1914.

East End on a rainy day

whip that nature into service

hedges and trees doing their architectural thang

on the upper east side

where bradford and commercial merge

Late Afternoon Stroll

west end of commercial street

convergence of towers

Cape Cod Bay

the endless wrap

moving fast

almost got pushed up and over the dunes,

tides coming in

at Hatches Harbor

high tides

nippy but stellar sunday

hike in hatches harbor

iphoning in the sun

hardly made it a block away

Gosnold St. toward the Bay

another down Gosnold St.

from town hall steps

before I got caught in those cracks again,

shallow but deep.

downtown Provincetown

sitting on the steps of town hall