Sunset Surprise


Just when I think my evening walk is over.

Certain that I’ve squeezed the very best moments out of the day with my little camera.

I walk down to the shore for one last look — and get a surprise, yet again, of a sunset afterglow that takes my breath away.


And I marvel as I watch all the of gulls rapidly streaming toward the horizon, heading for their own safe harbors for the night.


But not so fast that they don’t have time for one final glide against a sky too glorious for all of us not to delight in for just a moment more…


Thanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod.

‘Til next time!


All of A December’s Eve

There’ll be no walk tonight as I listen to the rain on the roof, the cars splish-splashing through the puddles.

But last night my walk was something truly special.

The magic began as soon as I drove past the Red River on my way to the parking lot.


And there he was, all hunched up, soaking in the last rays on this last day of November.

We call him Harry, one of our beloved Great Blues, his smokey blue charcoal-and-black feathers a stark contrast to the marsh grass that frames him this time of year.



Heading back to the car, I couldn’t help but notice these two characters.

I could hear the youngster prodding the older one, saying, “Hurry up! Hurry up! I just KNOW she has French Fries”.


But the older, wiser gull knows me better than that.

Nope! There’d be no French Fries getting tossed from my car.

Just someone who’d coo to him, soft and sweet, and tell him, “Oh, my, what a pretty bird”.

Not something a guy hears everyday. Especially a seagull kinda’ guy.


Still, a guy’s gotta’ eat, and he gave me the feathery eyeball, nonetheless.


I drove on with anticipation to Forest Beach marsh and the glorious panorama that awaited me there.


One of our Canadian sentries was alert and on duty, telling me that all was well in the marsh tonight.


This was my favorite kind of autumn evening.

Those smokey clouds in the autumn sky, the setting sun bathing everything in a golden glow as it bid the day adieu.


It’s truly remarkable that, no matter how many times I make that walk down to the shore and stand there gazing out at the sea toward Chatham Light, it’s like it’s the very first time.

And all I want to do is stay there forever and ever and just breathe….


But I wasn’t alone in my reverie.

I could see two lovely ladies on the jettie who were enjoying the day’s end, just like me.


We chatted a bit, as girls do.

One insisted on giving me her advice on the very best way to keep your beak warm when the chill evening breezes blow in off the water.


I could not thank her enough.


I passed by Forest Beach marsh from the other side, and looking away out I saw my favorite cutaway, bereft this time of year of summertime dinghies, glowing warm in the sun.


I stopped long enough to chat with these fellas. The Three Amigos, clearly enjoying their Boys’ Night Out!


And heading past several houses already twinkling with Christmas lights, I met this friendly codfish who was telling me I’d better pick up my step if I was going to make it to my final stop before dark.

Blog-ForestBeachLoop690I heeded his warning and before I knew it I was there…

At the Landing.

A place that always feels somehow like my destination. The place where I take that deepest of breaths and let the days’ cares lift up and float away.


And as I headed home I was already dreaming of the beauty that lay just over the hill and around the corner.

In December.


Thanks for visiting me again here at Images of Cape Cod.

‘Til next time, be well.



Turkey Parade

I’ve been telling people all week long… if you meet any turkeys who need a safe haven for Thanksgiving, send ’em on over to our house because we do vegetarian.


Well… I guess someone DID!


We could see them from our apartment window, 17 of them in all, right here in our parking lot and looking mighty hungry.

My Thanksgiving wish had come true after all!

And you know? The closer I looked, the more they kinda’ reminded me of the flock of juvenile turkeys we had visit us a few months back for that early Turkey Trot.


This gobbler was nice enough to check my tires while he was waiting for appetizers.


The rest of the flock looked a bit dazed, almost as if they weren’t sure they had the right address.


I hopped down with my camera, and tried to reassure them they had come to the right place.

We had hens and gobblers alike…


I got a little nervous when I saw that some feathers were getting a bit ruffled as they waited to be served.


Luckily, they found plenty of vittles under the old cedar trees.


My! It sure was good to see them EAT!


And as they moved about, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful their feathers were.


As a milliner who does not use bird feathers of any kind (I prefer to make my own silk ones as I’ve blogged about in the past). I was bedazzled by the sheer variety of texture and color on display before me!


And it was about then that I noticed something happening. Some of the hens had noticed it, too.


Why, the males had begun to spread their tail feathers, like giant fans, displaying them for us all to see.


Their wing feathers were open wide, too, and almost touched the ground as they strutted oh-so-proudly across the grass.


Looking every inch the classic turkeys of my childhood, I had a tough time containing my excitement enough to keep the camera steady!


One after another the gobblers would start their dance, feathered fans waving, as if they were themselves the floats in some grand parade.

Macy’s, eat your heart out!


Some of the hens were politely trying to tell the boys that their calendars were all mixed up, that mating season wasn’t ’til spring.


But, well, there was no stopping them. And anyway, who’d want to?

The girls and I decided to sit back and just enjoy the view!


And then, just as suddenly as they had come, they were OFF! The whole flock flew up! up! and over the gate, heading for the old deserted cranberry bog out in back of our house.

I saw them as they slowly made their way into the woods, watching ’til I could just barely make them out before they disappeared from view.


Heading back to the house, I just couldn’t have been happier.

I knew that for the rest of the day my head was going to be filled with visions of those glorious, sun-kissed feathers that had waved to us in the best Thanksgiving parade ever!


I hope you had a wonderful holiday, I know I sure did.

‘Til next time, thanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!


Mill Landing Silhouettes

I keep getting surprised by how dark it is by the time I get to Mill Landing these days…


Yet I still find friends there who, like me, are enjoying the dimming light.


The day’s work is done, and we’ve no more fish to catch.


Nothing much a body can do…


Except  enjoy a good scratch…


Put your feet up…


And revel in the magic of evening silhouettes.



Thanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod!

‘Til next time, enjoy your view.

Wherever it may be…  😉


That Kitty in the Window

Guess who I found looking out the window this morning, captivated by the last of the beautiful autumn leaves?



Give up??



Hoping that you are somewhere enjoying the splendors of autumn, too!




I was in the studio all morning, editing a slew of photos for our “Hats Off to the Horses of Old Friends” fundraiser that kicks off November 1st.

Every time I looked out the window, all Marmee and I could see was an uninviting, uninspiring landscape – gray, grim and damp.


So after lunch I grabbed my camera and headed to the marsh for a shot of color.

I found it in the marsh where a Great Blue Heron was standing watch…


I found color along stone walls covered with purple daisies…


And by the water at Mill Landing where the bittersweet is at its peak and the milkweed alive with its own seeds of change.


I found even more color along the edge of the woods where just enough light allowed me to catch some true leaf magic.


And in so many yards where I passed by, even the angels seemed in awe of the color that was popping all around them!



So even though it sure seemed like there was no color to be had on this gray autumn day…

Maybe all I really needed to do was … get up, get moving and change my perspective just a tad!  😉


Thanks for visiting me here at Images of Cape Cod, I hope you enjoyed the color as much as I did!