This is the photo, which I knew I’d seen recently. I didn’t remember that it was the physical photo that I’d found, and since I’m not home I forgot that I combined it with a favorite, if irreverent, photo of me. Charley looking so young, it brought back memories.
And Heather, also in P-town, a rare mother daughter trip in the aftermath of Charley’s death, followed by my mother’s death six days later.I loved seeing the extra footprints in the sand, still do.
The place…My daughter and I were teary-eyed when we visited together almost 5 years ago. Emotions were still raw that day. It wasn’t as emotional yesterday. I was glad to be there, glad to see the sky trying to cooperate, just glad in general.
And of course there are many more pictures. I paid $20 to park on the Provincetown wharf. I came here over the winter also and parked nearly in the same place for free, so if you average it out it’s not so bad. It wasn’t so colorful last time I was here, but I knew I’d trade the winter grays for the hustle and bustle of summer on Cape Cod.