A day late posting the weekly, but, hey, I think a colonoscopy is a great excuse for not hitting this particular self-imposed deadline. It was a busy week even before that momentous event, so read on…
I spent the weekend in Boston, and I still think of it as my “forever home” even though I’ve not lived there since 2000. I did live there twelve years, enough time for it to sink into my bones and feel as if I am coming home whenever I visit.
I was staying in a hotel close to the action, which included the counter-protest march against the white supremacists who decided it might be a good idea to rally on the Common. In the end, I liked this summary of the event the best: “New England patriots 15,000, Neo-Nazis: 100. Boston wins again.”
I was one of the 15,000 patriots, letting my voice be counted as standing for love and against hatred. This is my country and I’m not going down without a fight.
The other highlight of my weekend was the Red Sox v. Yankees game at Fenway. I hadn’t been to a game here in two decades, so I was most delighted by the championship banners. The whole time I lived in Boston, the Sox and Pats were on long losing streak and being a fan was an exercise in patience and disappointment, so seeing these flags and then watching the Sox beat the Yankees made my Sunday!
Back to Cape Cod on Monday, where I witnessed 70% totality of the solar eclipse (cool enough I want to see the full thing in 2024) and then finally gave up my cushy driveway surfing spot for a place at an RV park in Brewster.
The beach is a mile walk and halfway there is a cool old cemetery from the 1700s. I really enjoy photographing cemeteries, the older, the better.
The beach itself was excellent, and it was low tide, so lots of families were out on the tide flats, exploring. I love seeing that.
And to end the post, a photo I really liked from that beach walk. The shell caught my eye, so I snapped it, but the iPhone camera kind of took it to a whole different level with the little stones. (It’s worth zooming in if you’re reading this on a tiny screen!)
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap into the dark.
Agnes de Mille
Loved the photos, that the Sox won and your patriotism and you. The girls are eagerly waiting for the overcast weather to pass so they can see their stamps do what their going to do. Their consensus is that you are a really cool aunt.
Thanks, Barb! I think the girls can use a bright flashlight on the stamps if the sun never comes back to Osceola 🙂
Annie
It good to see that you are enjoying yourself. Just wanted to say hi from that Yacht Club. Love your travel.
Hi, Scott, good to “see” you here. I do miss the Yacht Club, you still in charge there?