Memorial Day, Part III – Forest Beach

I arrived at Forest Beach and was thrilled to see that our rosa rugosas had bloomed overnight. Like many a Cape Codder, I wait for them all winter.

Taking a look around me, it sure seemed like everyone had gone fishin’!

One of the big commercial fishing boats was just heading out under a full head of steam.

Closer to shore, fishermen in all shapes and sizes were using their own unique methods for hauling in their catch of the day.

I was drawn to one fisherman just beyond the jettie where I was standing.

It was easy to get mesmerized. Spellbound…

By the light on the water. The slow, methodical motions of this solitary fisherman simply going about his work.

It was nice to see that I was not alone in the pleasure of the moment.

Yet as the sun climbed higher and higher, I knew I’d better get a move on to my next stop if I wanted to find a parking place.

On to Red River Beach!

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Memorial Day, Part II – Mill Landing

Mill Landing was my second stop this Memorial Day, and the neighborhood was abuzz with activity!

With the help of some recent sunshine, all the spring flowers were standing up tall and looking their best.

Across the channel, I could see beachcombers out early, hunting for shells.

And beyond them it looked like someone was taking their motor boat out for a first spin.

Above me, Papa Osprey had done well in his hunt for his wife’s breakfast…

Won’t she be pleased….  😉

And this delightful song sparrow popped up behind me with a song in his heart and quite the story to tell!

Yesindeedy, everyone was busy-busy heralding in the new summer season.

All that is, except for one.

Perhaps he’d arrived with the tourists and had jet lag…

Getting started on his summer tan, catching a few rays?

Or maybe he’d eaten too many crab legs and simply couldn’t move!? (Seagulls have been known to do that, now and again.)

In any case I had to move, for the next stop was Forest Beach!  😉

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Our Last Catch of the Day

It can be the simplest thing that catches my eye for a photo when I am out late shooting at Mill Landing.

One last photo for the day as the sun sets lower and lower.

It might be a brown duck, paddling along in the creek.

MillLanding1Or a broken quahog shell left behind by some local fisherman.

MillLanding38Last night, as the light was truly fading fast, I spotted this lone seagull.

Gliding quickly back and forth, back and forth over the shallows, he was clearly in a hurry.

forestbeachloop974-blogRacing to beat the setting sun, he would hover, then dive. Glide, hover, and dive, again and again.

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forestbeachloop975-gray-blogStill, undeterred he would fly up again, hover, then dive…

forestbeachloop977-gray-blogUntil FINALLY, he snagged just the meal he was looking for.

A big fat crab, hurray! And he was up and away with his prize!

forestbeachloop978-blogLanding on the nearest mud flat, he dropped his catch…

forestbeachloop979-gray-blogTaking his time, he enjoyed every bite.

seagull23-gray-blogAnd when every tasty bit was gone I could see him in the dim light finishing up his meal with a vigorous mouth washing in the cool shallows.

seagull25-gray-blogIt had been his last, most satisfying catch of the day.

And thanks to him, it was mine, too!  😉

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