One of P’town’s lighthouses – there are two that look pretty much identical, along the very narrow long strip that encloses P’town harbor and marks the true tail end of the long arm of Cape Cod, as seen from the breakwater as the tide slowly returned after a very low tide. If anyone’s confused by the way I’m switching around in country and continent with these posts, my apologies – after a slow winter where I didn’t get out too much after my last US visit (remember all those shots?), and even nearly ran out of legit shots for my Coasting, Islands, and Villages series…well, I’ve been out and about quite a lot since mid-July, and for the past week, I’ve been in Provincetown. Today I’m off to Star Island again — so you can search past entries which would be labeled New Hampshire, and very possibly tagged as Star Island, to get a sense of the sort of lovely views I hope to be adding to the mix in the weeks ahead. 🙂
Above, Borkum’s Old Lighthouse with, confusingly, a graveyard in front of it…and below, the New Lighthouse as seen through the plants and gravestones of that same Old Lighthouse graveyard.
I’ve spent the past week visiting Provincetown, at the tip end of Cape Cod, for the first time in more’n a decade. In the early 1900’s, Provincetown decided it was tired of Plymouth getting all Pilgrim credit, since apparently the Mayflower landed here first before traveling on and finally deciding upon Plymouth as their first village in this new colony. What you see above is nighttime P’town with the Pilgrim Monument – built to remind everyone of that fact – standing proud and tall on the right. 🙂
My friend Jean is one of my most loyal and longest-standing readers of the blog and me since I started this whole journey more than 18 years ago. A few months back, she shared photos she’d been inspired to take during a weekend in Galveston (TX) to visit a friend. She offered this explanation for these lovely photos that I’m sharing here (with her agreement) in our first ever guest post: “The island is big on ghosts, and we took one of the several ghost tours. They didn’t convince me of the existence of ghosts, but as we stood outside some of the mansions, I thought of your Urban Entrances. I’m not the photographer you are, but thought I’d share some of the highlights. Note the fruit and corn on one gate and the fencepost. And coreopsis makes a magnificent display in a cemetery–as spectacular as bluebonnets, in my opinion.”
Above, a sunset photo still in my folder from March, and below the last from a lovely sunset evening concert at the Muziekgebouw up by the harbor in May.
Wrapping up the last photos from the lovely Open Garden days exploration, back in June. These photos come from two different gardens, one of which was behind the house with the small museum whose story I’ve photographed :-).
August is Pride Month in Amsterdam, so we wandered up there to see things at the end of the Pride Parade a few weeks ago. The first time this post went up, a glitch deleted the sadder gallery below, one of those reasons I’m so happy to now live in a place where I can be more fully myself :-).
Above, a sunset photo still in my folder from March, and below the last from a lovely sunset evening concert at the Muziekgebouw up by the harbor in May.
Wrapping up the last photos from the lovely Open Garden days exploration, back in June. These photos come from two different gardens, one of which was behind the house with the small museum whose story I’ve photographed :-).
(so much world, so little time....) 