That rocky coastline was what I longed to see. With lighthouses of course. I picked up a booklet here at the campground, and according to the map I see that there are 10 lighthouses in the immediate area. Ah, but you must read the articles because not all of them are accessible by car. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have found that I needed the tripod and 600mm lens to see the lighthouse I set my sights on today. But Pemaquid turned out to be right there, easy to see. And there weren’t so many people when I first got there, but the parking lot was filling up fast. Seems I missed the ice cream shop right there though. I must be slipping…
Her husband said we were two peas in a pod. He said it was a shame we haven’t lived close enough to be part of each other’s day-to-day life all along. And now we are both alone, and I’ve come to visit for a while, but I’ve been a little too comfy with my oldest, dearest friend. And too well-then-care-of, what with the toasted tomato sandwiches with just-picked tomatoes. It would be so much easier to stay here and enjoy the conversation over coffee, and the cribbage by candlelight out on the porch, with a glass of wine.
But change is in the air, it’s time to move on, for both of us. I will move along tomorrow, heading for coastline and lighthouses. And that’s as far as my plan goes. Her plan is still writing itself. I looked into this gazing ball in her garden today, and wondered if it were a crystal ball would I want to know the future? Would she? Or would we rather keep putting one foot in front of the other and trust that we are heading down just the right path for ourselves? Okay, maybe just a little peek???
Last night I found a potential post I had written sitting forgotten in the computer. It was written as I began this first snowbird season of mine, driving with a new appreciation of what I was seeing through the windshield as I made my way north. I’m sure that I expressed most of what I had written in former posts since then, but what struck me was my last comment from that post.
If it’s photography that’s opened my mind to actually see and appreciate all that’s around me then it has improved my life immensely. Now to try to slow down and stop for the photo ops along the way, that’s my goal for this trip. And every day from now on, no matter where I am.
And that’s exactly what I feel like I’ve done. I’m happy that I wrote that statement so that I can pat myself on the back for following through. But there are so many more places left to explore. I can’t wait…
It did occur to me that going to a venue such as the Heritage Museum and Gardens might not be the best choice for a weekend visit. But it was supposed to be such a nice day, and I hadn’t been out for several days before, so even realizing that it was ‘kids day’ didn’t stop me. Kids got in free on Saturday, and lots of activities were set up for them to enjoy while they were there. Maybe everyone had as much trouble with the maps as I did, because yes, we entered together, but as I walked the paths I had no problem seeing the gorgeous landscapes and taking pictures without lots of people in the shots. And I started taking pictures before I had even bought my ticket. I was attracted to the flowers, but as I looked more closely at the flowers it was the bees that caught my attention, and then the butterflies, and even a little moth.
It was the carousel that I had spotted on the map that I had set out to see. But there were numerous paths intersecting each other, and signs pointing this way and that way, enough so that I kept getting distracted. Almost right away I heard a waterfall off to my right. I attempted several pictures but quickly realized that there was a lily pond at the bottom, and yes, there were paths to go there. So I set off down the hill to take pictures, hoping there would be dragonflies. And yes, there were dragonflies, but I got ridiculously excited to see the little turtles on the lily pads. When some kids showed up I think I totally forgot that I’m not a kid and got excited to point out the turtles. That got the kids excited, and they all were standing precariously close to the rock edge of the pond, switching positions, trying to see. And when I spotted a frog on a lily pad the excitement level went up a bit more. Now they were quite excited to be pointing out things to me, and for several moments I was that five-year-old self I’ve been looking for. Then I noticed one of the moms standing beside me and I had to apologize since they were probably wishing the kids were watching a little more calmly. She said it was fine. I thought it was fun. ‘Kids day’, in more ways than one.
Still more photos from an oddly not sad day, but it easily could have been. I’m approaching the five year mark of widowhood and almost nothing about my life is the same these days. I have turned my life totally upside-down. Not something I planned to do, just a need that overtook me as I took the days one at a time. Life is good.
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.