Walks in Provincetown sometimes feel like lunar rambles - colossal sand dunes, wide stretches of white, tides moving over a space devouring it, gripping it and then letting it go again. You feel like you are somewhere at the very end of something and there is just a vast sweep in front of you.
Until you arrive somewhere else. Like this lighthouse. Then you aren't on the moon anymore, but just at the very end of the projecting mass of land called Cape Cod.
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what a gift to live there. my brother lived in wells fleet for a while and would tell me all about it. your photographs, as usual, are something out of this world and you really enjoy the real and important things in life.
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