The New Summer Lifeguard at Red River Beach

Our new lifeguard at Red River beach flew in late last evening.



I’d say he fits the bill



Wouldn’t YOU??

Happy Memorial Day weekend everybody!!   😉

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Summer’s Reluctant Letting-Go

It’s amazing how the rosa rugosas just keep on blooming as summer drifts slowly into fall.



To the delight of this little bee, coming in for a landing this morning down at Taylor Pond!


Lucky Bee!

And lucky ME!  😉

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Summer Rewind – Terning Time

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.


(I had a little fun with Photoshop as well!)

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!    😉

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Coming Soon – Summer Rewinds

What can I tell you?

I fell in love SO many times this summer.

I saw some of THE most amazing birds, who gave me the gift of allowing me to photograph them. Often at the most unexpected times and places.

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!!   😉

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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!  ❤

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Lost and Found in the Fog

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.


As I walked along the marsh’s edge I noticed a few things that just the day before, in brighter sunshine, I had completely overlooked!

Like this swamp rose mallow, peeping through a thicket of lime green leaves and cat o’ nine tail stalks.


And this pokeweed, the blossoms hanging heavy and just getting ready to bloom.


I saw a cluster of nightshade, it’s delicate petals so vibrant and deeply purple against a foggy frame. It took my breath away.


A cluster of poison ivy, changing from green to crimson almost seemed to whisper, Time’s are changing, autumn’s a-comin’.


I asked the new batch of baby bunnies what they had found in the fog.


They told me that the damp, cooling air had drawn them out of their nest to a new patch of ground, where they were delighted to find tasty greens to nibble on.

And although they tried to deny it, I looked like they had also found a real spring in their step.

Just like mine.  😉
Over at the Mill I could barely make out the ospreys overhead.


Yet I knew they were out there. They called out to one another, their cries piercing the foggy air as they brought their fresh catches home to the nest.


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.


I guess he would know.

By the time I got back around to the parking lot at Forest Beach, the fog had all but covered everything in the marsh from view.


But that’s what fog does.

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.

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