A 60 degree day was all it took to get me out to the Powder Point Bridge in Duxbury, MA for what must have been the first time ever. I had an image in my mind of a quaint little bridge, but the reality was that it was very long, weather worn, and built for utility. There was a place to park, I was happy about that so that I could take pictures. I expected the bridge would be the main event, but I was immediately distracted by the little lighthouse I could see way off in the distance. The Gurnet Light I heard later. I hadn’t used my 600mm lens in a very long time and this was my opportunity. With the extender on the camera it was too much for me to focus sharply, and those photos turned out blurry. I was going to have to get closer. I saw that cars were traveling over the bridge, and even more exciting was that I could see them then taking a right and heading toward that lighthouse. The speed limit on the bridge was 10 MPH, and on the dirt road heading toward the lighthouse it was 15 MPH, so there was a lot of time to appreciate the view that kept changing as I drove. The ice that remained along the shore was melting and looked white and snowy. And the signage was interesting, advising you of the dos and don’ts of watching the Snowy Owls that visit in the winter. I wonder if they were there but nicely camouflaged. I’m in hopes of finding Snowy Owls to photograph while I’m here this winter. That would be the icing on the cake.
I’m talking about the color in these photos. The temps in the 50s, be still my heart, and the beautiful blue skies were what got me out for photos yesterday. I didn’t realize that the water would be even more blue, and that it would look almost unnatural, it was that intense. When I left the house I had a plan, but first I asked Siri to direct me to the nearest gas station before my day took a wrong turn altogether. I was annoyed that she had me backtracking, I’m pretty sure that the gas station I intended to go to was only a smidge further than where she took me. And the gas would have been a lot cheaper where I had intended to go, but I digress. Her route took me to 6A, and I passed a sign directing me left for the Sandwich Marina, and there went my plan for the day. Photography is fun in a group, but really, for me it’s mostly a solitary pursuit, and that makes me happy when I fail to stick to a plan. No messing up someone else’s plan. For the most part I kind of like the no witnesses thing…It took a while for me to realize that there weren’t going to be a lot of boats around in the winter, so boats bobbing in the harbor wasn’t going to happen. But there were a few at the Sandwich Marina. And a Coast Guard boat sounded a horn before zooming out into the canal to do something important I’m sure. But I just couldn’t get over the intensity of the blue color of the water. And just one day later everything was a gray as it could be with the clouds and the fog. I should be happy, it’s always new and different photo ops to get you out there day after day.
In looking for someplace new to go to for the sunrise this morning I saw a photo taken from Falmouth Heights Beach. What the photographer said about it was that this was a good vantage point, and that this sunrise, that day’s sunrise, would never come again. I liked that thought. I found Falmouth Heights Beach on the map, and there was plenty of time to get there, or so I thought. But as I was driving with 20 minutes to go until the sunrise I could see that the sky was already magnificent. The GPS told me I had at least a half mile to go, but I came around a bend and saw a parking lot, and what turned out to be a wonderful vantage spot. My plans get hijacked frequently, and I choose to think that it’s usually for the better. So was it worth it? Braving the 7 degree weather? Yes, yes it was.
Seriously, Ozzie has taken over my life. He has always liked going out frequently, and I am required to accompany him outside. Oh, I can sit in the Adirondack chair with my coffee and he’s happy, it’s not that I have to pay attention to him. I just need to be there. Which was okay in the Adirondack chair in FL, but out on the deck on Cape Cod when it’s 7 degrees outside isn’t quite the same. He likes to sniff the air and make sure that all is well. It’s his breed, English mastiff, bred not for fighting or attacking anyone, their job was to hold off intruders. So if you approach the house he’ll look ferocious, and bark, and charge toward you until you stop. That’s all he wants, just stand there so his human can take over. Or go away. I have no idea what would happen if you didn’t stop, no one has ever done that before. But on these cold clear mornings I see the moon and stars through the trees and think it would make a nice picture. Nicer than this one though. But my camera was there so I tried it, why not? It was a crescent moon, and if it wasn’t so cold I’d have gotten out the tripod to make up for the long exposure in the dark. I’ll try harder next time. And Ozzie, well, he’s resting up until the next time he feels the need to do a security check…
If you are on Cape Cod and you keep driving west you will get to P-town eventually. I somehow got it in my head that Cape Cod is so small that you can get anywhere in 10 minutes. Silly me for thinking that. But I got there, P-town, with it’s charming shops, all appearing to be closed for the winter, and restaurants, also closed, and glimpses of the water between the houses with no where to park the car. The streets are narrow, I would not suggest pulling an RV through the town. That thought is the stuff of nightmares for me, that I might stumble into an impossibly small space with the RV and not be able to get out. What? Me worry?
When I found a parking lot it was adjacent to the wharf. Serendipity. And the little lighthouse across the way was so cute, but I had no idea which one it was.
It’s no longer nameless, it’s the Long Point Light Station! The photo was taken with my 600 mm lens and looked pretty sad, but I decided it was worth putting through Waterlogue and that image makes me happy!
I decided to take Ozzie with me on my photo shoot this morning. He mostly naps in the car, but he was a hit at the gas station, and got a dog cookie and some petting from the employees. He’s generally a hit wherever he goes, and he waits patiently while I wander around taking pictures. Taking him with me will give me the ability to stay away from home longer during the day, out and about or in the RV, so I’ll have to get him used to it. I’ll bet he’ll appreciate the warmer weather in the spring also.
I haven’t headed toward Provincetown since I’ve been here. I was there over the summer and knew I wanted to see the Nauset Light again. Plus I hoped for a great sunrise at the beach, but that didn’t happen. That was yesterday of course, since the sun isn’t up yet. This morning I’m seeing photos from the sunset last night at the canal, and it was spectacular. Sigh…