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My Wintertime Bank Street Loop – Day 43

This winter, as I waited for the hunting season to end in three months…

I was determined to find “new spaces” where I could keep photographing birds and all things nature…

To find the peace, the peace I stretch out for every day.

And, well, quite by surprise I fell in love with a Bank Street Beach “loop walk” – from Pilgrim Church parking lot, down along the shoreline, up Snow Inn Road to Wychmere harbor, and then back along the main road to the church.

One of my very favorite things about the new “loop” is the “back side”.


There’s a short boardwalk that leads thru’ the dunes,  that takes you to Snow Inn Road and then on to Wychmere.


And every time I do the walk I turn right there on the boardwalk, and I look back.

Just to see what the light is doing with the grass and the cedar trees at that moment.


Can you see why I fell in love??  ❤

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Beauty on Ice at Bank Street Beach – Day 22

I love Cape Cod in winter.

The once-smooth beaches get covered with jagged edges where the tidewater recedes…


Leaving behind long, glassy shards along the shore in its wake.


Broken chunks of sand and ice, in all shapes and sizes, get left behind too; revealing a process that is anything but a gentle one!


And there’s even more than sand that gets left behind.

Tiny treasures, churned up from the ocean bottom, are just waiting to be discovered!


Stones, shells and bits of seaweed await the curious eyes and minds…


Of those who get close enough to look for them.  😉


Quahog shells, scattered about by the tide, cast long shadows in the early morning sun.


Ordinary broken shell pieces are transformed by the simple forces of tide, wind and temperature into something quite magical.


Slipper shells, encrusted with tidewater in their cracks and crannies…


Join larger shells that get sand-sprinkled, oh-so-delicately, “under glass”…

Or hook up with clumps of seaweed glued together by thick globs of donut-like glaze.


Yet even with the cold, there are always new friends to meet out on the Cape beaches in wintertime.


Some seem to ignore the cold; preferring instead to bask in whatever sunshine peeks from behind billowy clouds.


Yet the shoreline isn’t the only thing that gets layered with ice.


The receding tide coats the jettys in ice as well…


Leaving treasures behind there, too…


On glazed, jagged boulders.


Glorious finds, for those with careful eyes.


Now I know that some come to the Cape only in summertime; eager for the shorebirds, sunbathing and sailing.

I find such incredible beauty in all of the seasons along these sandy shores.

But none more exquisite, than the beauty that I find here in winter!


❤

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A Winter Beach Sunset – Day 15

It was another darkish, gray hazy sunset at Bank Street beach.

But that didn’t stop me from pulling up my hoodie, or the gulls from showing up along the shoreline.

Some perched atop their mounds of slipper shells, while others pecked thru’ the seaweed for some dinner, chattering (as gulls do) all the while.


Yet even in the muted, hazy light the magic of the sunset shone through the clouds…


Sending a golden light across the wide landscape …


Right down to the tiny wispy blades of sea grass, gently waving in the breeze.


I’m so glad I braved the cold and the gray.

In search of the beauty.

Of this winter beach.


❤

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On to Bank Street Beach – In Search of Piping Plovers

I’d been hearing from my small circle of Piping Plover pals that there might be chicks getting ready to fledge over at Bank Street Beach.


So I headed over to Wychmere Harbor, and was greeted by Mamma Osprey and her very tall and growing single chick.


I noticed that the tall sailboat she and Papa Osprey had been using as a perch had not only been moved to a new spot, but was occupied by the other osprey couple!


But no need to fear…

Daddy O was keeping watch from a new vantage point now, much closer to the nest.


As I walked along the harbor it was fun to check out all the new boats that had arrived over the holiday.

There were plenty of big, splashy sailboats.

But I happen to love the dories, the workhorses in this harbor world of boats and fishermen.


Walking out to the beach I had forgotten how beautiful the dunes here can be in the fog.


And I was delighted to see that the rosehips were coming along nicely, all beautifully sprinkled with fresh, crystally beach sand.


The sun was doing its darnedest to burn off the fog, but you could just barely make out the Cormorants that were perched awaaay out on the channel marker jettie.


Yet sun or no sun, the beach was filled with those who are pulled like plovers to the sea…


I never did see any plover chicks.

They were probably recovering (like me) from a very noisy Fourth.  😉


But I’ll be sure to drop in on them again, to see how they’re doing.

On my way home, I passed by the harbor once again and noticed that Mrs. O was perched over a very tuckered-out chicklet.

Keeping watch, as they always do.


Here’s to a Happy DAY AFTER the Fourth!  😉

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Walkin’ Uptown

As many of you know, Red River was my childhood beach.

Bank Street was the next beach up from us. Part of what we all called, “uptown”, and I can’t remember ever spending much time there as a kid.

The other night the sea breeze seemed to be blowing me in a different direction, and I found myself taking a walk along the homes that look out over Bank Street Beach. An area known way back when as The Campground.

It was almost sunset, and Bank Street beach was starting to glow.

I’ve always loved this beach for the long stairs that lead down from the waterfront homes to the shore.

And the little white fences that frame just about every rose garden that you come upon. Roses in pink, white and red…

And some very friendly peonies that reached out to me as I walked by!

Next time, I’d like to take a walk down along the shore…

And get some photos of the funkier side, too, of this tiny “uptown” community I have just added to my summer list of places to explore.

Maybe you’ll come along again!  😉

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