Our new lifeguard at Red River beach flew in late last evening.
Happy Memorial Day weekend everybody!! 😉
As we see the humidity of our Cape summer season slowly recede like the tide, I wanted to be sure to share a couple of images of the amazing terns I have seen this summer.
The first was a surprise, from an early summer morning at Mill Landing.
Perched on a buoy, this darling fellow looked so deep in thought. The water, smooth as glass.
My second tern was an even bigger surprise. One morning I was busy photographing a flock of gulls at Forest Beach, and I noticed that something was perched, once again, on a buoy pretty far out from shore.
I figured it was a gull, perhaps a cormorant, and quickly zoomed in.
It wasn’t until I got home and popped the pics into Photoshop that I saw who the Mystery Visitor was!
These characters always seem to be flying at quick, darting speeds, or perched somewhere far in the distance. With my limited camera (and technical expertise) I hope you’ll bear with my edits, I did my best!
Vive les sternes! 😉
What can I tell you?
I fell in love SO many times this summer.
I simply haven’t had the TIME to share them with you.
But soon, HOPEfully soon, I’ll have more photos from my summer adventures to share!! 😉
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.
The harbor master was making his rounds, splashing through the surf and gearing up for a busy weekend.
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! ❤
I love fog. Growing up here on the Cape, I find it energizing.
Yet fog can distort things, too. It can blur one’s view, disorient one’s sense of direction and place in the landscape.
The other day as I pulled into the parking lot at Forest Beach, I could see the fog rolling in from the sea, billowing and swirling as it came. Creeping up and over the dunes and into the marsh. Muting the sun’s rays, dissipating everything that is familiar to me in a marsh I know so well.
I have also found that the fog can bring new things to light; even unexpected things, together.
As I looked across the marsh, I was taken with a group of ospreys and crows.
Ordinarily, an osprey will fiercely defend its nesting pole against anything coming near. Yet here they were, ospreys and crows, sharing one of the “fish hawks’ ” favorite perches.
Like this swamp rose mallow, peeping through a thicket of lime green leaves and cat o’ nine tail stalks.
I asked the new batch of baby bunnies what they had found in the fog.
And although they tried to deny it, I looked like they had also found a real spring in their step.
Across the flats, two great egrets were trying to ignore all things osprey.
Slowly striding through the grass, they seemed to be reveling in the murky landscape; stretching out their necks and with keen eyes looking for signs of swishy fish tails.
A familiar friend atop Gull Cottage reminded me that the fishing’s always best when the fog rolls in.
He told me it’s because the crabs can’t see you coming for them in the fog.
It can sometimes make you feel disoriented, perhaps even a bit lost.
The next time you feel lost in the fog, maybe take a deep breath.
And look around.
You might just discover something new, thanks to fog, something you might not have seen without it.