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My navigator was using a Massachusetts topographical map to plot a route through the countryside.  Not to hike, thankfully, since it was incredibly cold, but to drive.  It was sunny, and the sky was lovely and blue.  That a photo op might present itself was always a possibility.  My friend worked construction, and from time to time he’d point out an area where he’d worked on a lot of houses, and it seemed that those newer houses in that area had the suburban neighborhood look that I’ve commonly seen, and lived in actually, all over the country.  Those aren’t what appeals to me or what I picture when I think of New England.  I like the random neighborhoods where the houses look very different from each other, random like the stone walls that look as if they weren’t built but that they just appeared along side the road.  He remarked more than once about how built up the countryside has become.  Progress I suppose, people do have to live somewhere.  But I’m happier to drive through the old neighborhoods that look exactly as they did when I grew up here.  And to stop, as we did, for me to take advantage of scenery that I couldn’t resist.  Maybe it’s just this time of life.  I once read that no one thinks harder than a 2-year-old does, because they are constantly confronted with new things that they have to fit into their understanding of their world.  Maybe being retired and having time to think about all the places and experiences of a lifetime is pretty much the same thing.  Just trying to make it all make sense… 02-01-19wayside102-01-19wayside202-01-19wayside3

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The Cape Cod Light…

It only seemed sensible to head toward Provincetown from the Nauset Light.  I was probably half way there after all.  But imagine my surprise when I saw a sign directing me to take a right turn to see the Cape Cod Light.  I decided I couldn’t miss such a conveniently placed surprise photo op, so off we went. We being Ozzie and me.  I was disappointed to not have gotten more lighthouse photos when I was here over the summer, so I’m glad I finally saw a few today.  Of course  I imagined them with a wonderful sunrise or sunset sky behind them, but I guess you can’t have everything.  And besides, that’s what keeps you/me coming back…01-28-19capecodlight01-28-19cclight01-28-19cclight3

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… is the sincerest form of flattery, or so I’ve heard.  As soon as I got to the canal I could see that the sun wasn’t going to cooperate with the photo I had hoped to get.  I’d hoped to recreate a photo I’d seen that had the railroad bridge framed perfectly behind the Bourne Bridge, but with spectacular sunset color in the sky.  Almost as soon as I got out with the camera and started walking to what I thought would be a good spot a walker started chatting with me and showing me some of the pictures he’s taken while walking in that area.  Mark, I think he said his name was, and from Brockton, which we agreed had changed a lot since we both grew up there.

The sun was relentless early on, for pictures I mean.  Then gray, muddy clouds took over the sky as the sunset color would have been developing.  But at least there was the moon, and the almost naked trees.  And if you turned to see the Bourne Bridge from the west side, said Mark, the bridge would turn pink as the color developed, but that didn’t happen, though the glow on the bridge was nice.  There was only one other photographer out there with a tripod, and seemingly going for the same photo I wanted to get.  He suddenly scrambled down and stood on the rocks to shoot, and spoiled my shot, I thought at first.  Now I think he made the shot.  I wonder if he posts on Sandwich News, Sandwich being a place and not, well, food.  That’s where I saw the photo that inspired this stop along the way.  This being out in someplace new and taking photos is addictive.  There is an RV show in Boston this weekend, and a snow storm rolling in…


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Sagamore Bridge sunrise…

I talked myself out of going out for the sunset the other night.  Blame it on the brand new pedicure and my reluctance to stick my newly polished toenails into my fuzzy slippers.  Or socks.  After all, it was twice as expensive as what I pay in Florida, so I stuck with flip flops that afternoon.  But after seeing how colorful the sunset turned out to be I regretted my decision.  Which is what got me out the next morning.  I decided to try a Sagamore Bridge sunrise.  There are lots of options for photos on Cape Cod, my only problems is that I’ve always thought that anything you want to do on the Cape is only a 10 minute drive away.  I’ve had to rethink that…01-16-19sagamoresunrise01-16-19sagamoresunrise201-16-19sagamoresunrise301-16-19sagamoresunrise4

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Kalmus Beach…

Kalmus beach was where I was headed for the sunset last night.  On the map it appeared to be facing west, and it was in range of the restaurant where I was meeting an old friend last night.  Re-meeting since it had been about 50 years since we’d seen each other.  Both the sunset and the meeting didn’t disappoint.  I walk around with a constant buzz in my chest these days.  I like to think that my heart is literally warmed to be here after pining for home for a very long time.  I could lament about the time I missed with these special people, in this place that I have always treasured as home, but I’m here now.  And it’s the only place I want to be.  In my younger years there were too many distractions, too many demands on my attention.  This time of life is when you can savor just what you have, and how lucky you really are.1-9-19kalmussunset91-9-19kalmussunset11-9-19kalmussunset31-9-19kalmussunset41-9-19kalmussunset51-9-19kalmussunset61-9-19kalmussunset71-9-19kalmussunset8

This last photo was taken after the tripod and camera had taken a nose dive into the wet sand.  Face first, which was unfortunate for the camera with a lovely tulip shaped lens cover that stays in place and just folds and unfolds to allow the lens to zoom and retract.  Sand was caked into all the nooks and crannies.  I worked to get the sand out quickly since the camera would go to sleep on it’s own in a minute, and the lens cap would attempt to close.  I took the picture in an effort to keep the cover open and buy some time.  But it couldn’t close and I went to visit with my friend.  When I got the camera out later it was closed.  I will investigate further today, but first I need more coffee.

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Armstrong-Kelly Park…

Armstrong-Kelly Park isn’t the easiest place to find.  The GPS couldn’t find it even when I entered it’s actual street address into it.  I gave up on it the first time I tried to go there, but my sister directed me to it yesterday.  We hoped for a nice picture of the holly tree that is planted there in honor of my brother-in-law, but we’ll come back in the spring to try that again.

My brother-in-law wasn’t a big man.  He was small, actually.  He was about my height and I out-weighed him all the years I knew him.  He.was quiet. Worked all day and came home, had a beer and watched TV.  There was no inkling of what a big man he actually was until he died.  That’s when the crew from Bartlett Tree Experts took over the planning of his funeral, and the stories they told of his expertise at his job astounded all of us I think.  They said that there was probably not a street on Cape Cod that hadn’t benefitted from his hard work.  The story I remember best was about a homeowner who wanted a gigantic boulder moved from one side of his lawn to another.  A Bartlett truck was on the scene, and the crew of workers were standing there trying to decide how they were going to accomplish this task when Neil pulled up.  He got his winches and pulleys out of his truck and got to work.  He had the boulder moved in no time flat, loaded up his tools and left the rest of the crew standing there scratching their heads.  No, he wasn’t a big man, but he had a big impact on his little piece of the world.

This holly tree was planted to honor Neil for his 50 years of hard work for Barlett.  He trained a lot of arborists in his day also, so his influence is still sending ripples out into nature.  Such a quiet little man, who left a legacy behind him.