Goodnight, Chatham Light Beach – November 18, 2018

There was such a magical glow to everything last evening at Lighthouse beach in Chatham.

The sun had set and the water was at times, still as glass.

Ducks, gulls and Eiders fished just offshore…

Conversing with great gusto.

We came upon a solitary Sanderling…

Searching for bites to eat from the crab shells scattered along the shore.

And as I looked back at the lighthouse behind me, rising statuesque against the clouds…

The Constance Sea was comin’ home with her catch for the day.

Covered with a flock of gulls, eager for some sushi tidbits.

Just one of the daily rituals in a fishing village like Chatham.


Chatham – A Breath of Fresh Air on Labor Day

It had been a beast-of-a-summer. Way too much of this, and much too much of that.

Honestly, Labor Day could not come soon enough.

And when it did, I felt like I needed some fresh air and a real change.

Chatham Light came to mind!

The first hint that summer was over in Chatham was the glorious “Vacancy” sign swinging at the Wayside Inn downtown, woo HOO!

There was still some activity in and around the shops and restaurants, but you could just tell. The summer craze was OVER.

Heading off the beaten path down to Mill Landing, the cove was full of boats,  both large…

And small.

And some that looked, well, kinda’ like I felt — pretty much outa’ gas!  😉

The holiday hadn’t stopped the local fishermen from their scratching…

Or this Cooper’s hawk from his quest for something to move.

Passing by the old Eldredge garage, long-deserted now and awaiting its 2.5 million dollar transformation, I couldn’t help but wonder how it must have bustled on Labor Days past!

And then, at last, I stood at the Lighthouse lookout. Marveling at how the seascape just keeps on changing, every time I see it.

Like some giant sculpture, transformed by the wind and the sea, it shape-shifts right before our very eyes.

And I wasn’t the only one captivated by the visual feast before me, not by a longshot.  😉

Summertime visitors who come here for the fishing and boating were out in their crafts for one last hurrah.

Soaking in the glorious sea breeze and sunshine, just like me.

And the gulls.

As I looked out beyond the beach walkers I couldn’t help but notice that there was something unusual, away out there in the grass-covered dunes.

So I zoomed in for a closer look.

And then a little closer.

Ahhh…so THIS must be the mysterious shack I’ve been reading about on Lighthouse Beach!

Art project or some sort of shrine, this is definitely something I’ll be checking out, and soon!

By now the parking lot was filling up way too full for my Labor Day reverie, so I shifted my lens toward the Light instead.

No matter how many times I see it, I never tire of seeing this grand old beacon there on the hill, standing so tall and proud!

The usual zigzag up Silver Leaf Avenue onto Water Street led me straight to one of my favorite old Chatham houses that dates back to the 1700’s.
And like always, I just stood there gazing up at it, imagining how cozy it would be to be nestled in that turret.

With a good book and a blanket.

One final detour down to Mill Pond by way of Eliphamets Lane reconnected me with some old familiar faces.

And a few new ones, too.

Back on Main Street at last, I started when a great, noble lion suddenly roared out his own sign of approval that summer was over at last, Arhhhh!

And as the setting sun turned to a reddish gold, casting its warm glow on the very tallest buildings and church steeples, we started thinking what to do about dinner.

Maybe pizza?

Thanks for coming along with me, I hope it was a breath of fresh air for you, too!
















O Chatham! My Chatham!

Rarely would I ever venture into Chatham Village on a gray Saturday morning at the peak of summer.

But I was desperate for buttons. For trimming a hat that ships on Monday.

It was too early for Ben Franklin to be open, so I headed straight to the Lighthouse where I found the sun doing its utmost best to pierce through the fog.

There was a group doing yoga out in the dunes, and the lighthouse was sending its own bright beam out into the rough, misty sea.

In all directions people walked the shoreline, undaunted by the fog. And thrilling to feel the sand between their toes and the salt air filling their lungs.

Cormorants, terns, gulls and eiders were in the air, on the sand and the sea, reveling in all that seabirds love.

The harbor master was making his rounds, splashing through the surf and gearing up for a busy weekend.

(I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that not everyone there was impressed by the show!)

Standing there, all I could think of was how delicious it was going to be to return to this very spot, come Labor Day.

With camera in hand and a song in my heart, glorying in the quieter days on this sandspit I adore.

‘Til then, be well, O Chatham! My Chatham!  It won’t be long now!  ❤