More views from the Cape. I miss early morning book reading on the porch with a cup of coffee, taking sandy shoes off by the door, and going to the beach at a moment’s notice (who wants to go for a swim?)
This is a painting that someone did on plywood, I could gaze into it for hours.
The Pilgrim Monument in Provincetown. When I was young and my family vacationed on the Cape, my very clever parents told us that they’d wait at the bottom of the monument to take a photo of us waving from the top. By the time we climbed and then descended those hundreds of stone stairs we’d return to the cottage ready for an afternoon nap. Such smart parenting.
Obligatory, multi-colored kayak photo.
If they have anything in Provincetown, it’s a good sense of humor.
Flowers in August on the Cape.
More flowers.
Finally, you never know what you’ll find in the sands of the Cape.
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