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Simply perfect…

My hometown of Brockton, MA has survived the years since I moved away, but time has beaten some of the polish out of it.  I remember gorgeous old churches on street corners, churches made of stone with impressive turrets and stained glass windows.  The fact that they weren’t Catholic Churches meant that I never ventured inside though.  Some of these beautiful buildings are gone now, and the corners they stood on now hold far less beautiful, but possibly necessary, building’s like Walgreen’s, etc.  A friend told me that there used to be four Congregational churches in Brockton, each in it’s own lovely building.  But each of those buildings eventually needed repairs that couldn’t be afforded so they joined forces into one Congregational church, and I did venture inside with a friend yesterday.  I went to the service with her in order to surprise my cousin who sings in the choir, a plan I hatched last summer. But I was glad that I went yesterday because there was to be a children’s Christmas pageant that day.  It was charming, written by the group and punctuated by beloved Christmas Carols to help tell the story.  It was very well done, simple and charming.  And that’s how I would describe the entire service.  Simple and personal.  And the church itself was beautiful, but not opulent.  White beams and a magnificent organ.  If I’ve been taking a trip into the past, nostalgic for things as the used to be, then I found it there.  Not in a fancy church, but in a sweet and charming service.  Helped along by the fact that the show was stolen by the little boy in a homemade sheep costume, who stopped to hug his mother and then had to gallop down the aisle to catch up with the rest of the players.  No picture though, but I know you get it.12-23organ12-23altar

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50 shades of Grey…

No, not the book, I’m talking about the beach.  Grey’s beach, which was appropriately named, at least it was today. The sky, the water, and even the stones lining the boat launch area were gray.  50 shades for sure.  And the wind whipping made me very glad to have the tripod.  I walked out onto that very long pier, thinking that as long as I was there I ought to see what everything looked like from that vantage point, but I decided to turn around.  Which got me back to that new van that I love, which is also gray, just as it started to pour down rain.  And that’s when I discovered that yes, I had locked the van, but I had failed to close the side door.  It probably doesn’t sound like a great morning but there are no guarantees when you head out, so I’m not complaining.  12-21secondtry12-21shades112-21shades212-21gray612-21gray7

 

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Dowses Beach…

My trip along the water the other day brought me to a familiar place.  Over the summer I took my sister’s grandson here for a day of fishing.  In the summer you have to pay to park, but the ranger let me slide on the parking fee when I promised to take a few pictures and leave.  There was no one to give me permission today, and not much going on but a seagull on the railing.  It was so peaceful being out and about on my own today.  And I’m loving the light here.

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Life is beachy….

Don’t ask me where I was exactly.  I was headed for a wildlife preserve that I saw on a map, but no one informed the GPS about the details, so it just dumped me. It said to turn left, but that turn looked more like a walking path.  Or perhaps I should have taken the message that you had to park at the road and walk into the preserve at face value.  Except I was at an intersection with no place to park.  It was time for plan B, so I headed in the general direction of the water and this is what I found.  Not at sunset, this was probably about 1 PM, but the thick clouds had some color from the sun.  First of many days of exploring on the Cape.

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Sunset at Chatham Light…

Yes, it was cold, and yes, even I am sick of hearing myself complaining about the weather.  So I went out for the sunset, which happened at 4:13 PM, earlier than I think it ever sets in Florida.  Once I got busy taking pictures I’m surprised to say I stopped thinking about the cold altogether.  I’m not sure that I even knew that there was such a thing as a heated steering wheel, but turns out I have one in the new car.  What a nice surprise.  I can’t wait to go out exploring with my camera tomorrow…

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Cape Cod in the winter…

I expected snow.  I expected to go outside to find close ups of snowflakes, and frosted-over pine cones, but so far it’s only cold.  And windy enough to have wind advisories posted, so colder than the thermometer said.  But I had a plan.  I dressed in four layers as I drove to visit a friend in my hometown.  I knew the trip would allow me to stop at the Cape Cod Canal for a photo op so I was trying to dress for success.  I failed.  I was lucky to find a boat coming toward me from the direction of the Sagamore bridge,  and barges approaching from the other direction, so it didn’t take long to get a few photos.  A blessing for sure.  I hear that it’s going to warm up a little.  I hope it does, and soon.12-18canal2.jpgBut in the meantime my flip flops have been retired…IMG_6508.jpeg