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And Also Too… February 6, 2012

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While I was Out East I hit the near reaches of the Cape for a little beach action.

Well, being February, it wasn’t that  kind of beach action, but hey, I’m old, so I’m not that fussy…

Getting around the bay-side coastal roads involves a fair amount of blind wandering through salt marshes and tall grasses:

…especially if you don’t know where you’re going!

The harbors of the small towns were mostly packed away for the season, with boats in dry-dock and docks stacked on dry land; I only saw a few rigs still in the water:

The shoreline itself is pretty built-up and almost entirely privately owned, which makes parking problematic, and sporadic at best.  Consequently, I only stopped in a few places, and kept my lens pointed out to sea to sample nature and exclude the development.

A rocky reach-around:

Catching a wave:

This particular beach was awash with the white noise of these small pebbles tumbling in the surf, first cast ashore, then dragged away in a cacophony of clattering crystals.  I liked it.

Waves crash on a dark jetty:

…as the implacable sea comes and goes in a dance its done for years uncounted:

These are strange scenes to the eyes of a hill-town boy, and I’m sure I missed much in the way of subtleties.  The sea looked very different with every shot, and I’m really not sure why.  I guess I’ll chalk it up to The Learning Curve and hope to have a better grip on things when I return later in the season.

All shots here are courtesy of Elliot, who tilted his little butt off to get them.

Thanks, Kid.

 

At The Coast. November 17, 2010

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I spent last Saturday on Boston’s North Shore, in the general vicinity of Gloucester.  It’s a beautiful piece of the planet, juxtaposing the pink granite seaside escarpments more commonly associated with the Maine coast with the population pressures inherent in a locale within easy driving of one of the Northeast’s great cities.  The result is a blend of the power of nature and the control of polite society, with expensive homes commanding ocean views which, truth be told, ought to be there for us all:

The “No Trespassing” signs frankly fried me, and I thought of the 70’s pop song “Signs,” wherein this sort of economic privilege is challenged by a populist sense of fairness.

Still, the coast had serious photographic possibilities for a hilltown boy, and I snapped away, tilting lenses and shifting perspectives in an effort to milk the learning curve:

Grasslands give way to seaside granite under a waxing gibbous moon.

There was a storm out to sea, and the waves generated by it were substantial:

I noted many locals lined up along the seaside drive to enjoy the show, and deduced that it wasn’t an average evening of sound and waves.

And they were right – it was an “event.”  The incoming tide pushed waves up and over this twenty-foot chunk of sea-stained granite:

I got thoroughly soaked as this wave crested its puny granitic constraint and crashed down on my perch:

Yeah, I ran like a baby-child as the salt water doused my kit, and may have lost a few minor appendages to my photographic quest.

Anyway, this coming weekend will host an intersection of full moon and lighthouses and low tide, which I have an unpopular affinity for, so expect to see some of that as the weekend comes and goes.