As I raced to the beach to catch the impending sunset, I couldn't help but smile. This, I thought, is what I do. I chase beauty. Here's a gallery of some of what I was fortunate enough to catch during my recent Wellfleet vacation. One last thought - while the sky was magnificent to observe … Continue reading Painted skies
Tag: Cape Cod
When 1 + 1 = 1
It's funny how sometimes two beloved things just don't work together. For instance, I love ice cream and I love chocolate but I just don't care for chocolate ice cream. At all. This weird contradictory condition, I've learned, also holds true for two of my favorite activities - yoga and paddle boarding. Earlier this week … Continue reading When 1 + 1 = 1
Whassup, Cape Cod!
Since I first became infatuated with Stand Up Paddleboarding (SUP) last year, I've sought out opportunities to indulge my urge to be on the water paddling to my heart's content. In July I had a great time in my hometown with friends tooling around the lake on a windy afternoon in kayaks and on board. … Continue reading Whassup, Cape Cod!
For whom the bell chimes
In the quiet of the morning I have the house to myself. The trees sway a bit and occasionally the tremendous wind chimes toll their gorgeous and deep notes. It's peaceful and I find myself, rather than imagining the day's activities, reflecting upon all the years we've been fortunate enough to spend time in this … Continue reading For whom the bell chimes
Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.”
Having no idea whatsoever of the time. A margarita - and then another one. Donuts with breakfast and chips with lunch. Classic board games. Ordering your afternoon like this: walk - nap - run - shower - wine. Another load of towels in the washing machine. A layer of stickiness that can only be … Continue reading Moments that mean “Beach Vacation.”
The Graduate
In the early aughts,* we rented a house in South Chatham, MA, for 3 or 4 consecutive years. It was a simple Cape with a super comfortable vibe and, once I rolled up and stashed all of the potentially treacherous throw rugs which were scattered about, the perfect place to relax with young children. There … Continue reading The Graduate
Don’t. Stop. Believing.
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
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