prowl, prey & nourish…

It doesn’t matter where I find myself in the world, my natural waking state is roughly an hour before sunrise. I instinctively am a predawn prowler. The nourishing solitude of watching night turn to day stirs something in me that’s deeply primal and ancient.

All summer I roam Town Neck Beach in Sandwich, Massachusetts following coyote tracks and scavenging the beach. Back home in Vermont now, my predawn habits shift. However, my prowling and the way I feel doesn’t change one bit.

dawn: to begin to grow light as the sun rises

prowl: to move about or wander stealthily in or as if in search of prey

wander: to move about without a fixed course, aim, or goal

prey: an animal (idea, objects?) taken by a predator (scavenger?) as food (nourishment)

scavenge: to salvage from discarded or refuse material

nourish: to promote the growth of

What else, other than nourishment, are the coyotes prowling for in their predawn wanderings?

What I’m searching for when prowling, other than solitude, shifts dramatically like the tides of the North Atlantic.

today’s first light…

“Listen to the wind blow, watch the sunrise.”
― Fleetwood Mac

The Provincetown Carnival


I went to Carnival in Provincetown, Massachusetts for the first time this year.  The trip was the brain child of my mother-in-law, Mary.  Thanks, Mary.  It was fun.  We got on the bus in the morning, had a cocktail and a lovely lunch (The Waterford Inn-East End) and walked around Provincetown.  I want to go back a day to walk side streets and see all of the gardens. They are remarkable. The trip was great, but there was a real tragedy.

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I dropped my Ray Ban sunglasses (that were a gift from my kids) into the toilet on the bus.  Now, my girls said, “Why didn’t you just reach in and grab them?” and I did briefly consider this.  However, this was a porto potty.  It didn’t flush and the only way to wash my hands was with handiwipes.  I was able to quickly replace the glasses in the same style. My mother-in-law said that she didn’t think she could’ve looked at me with the gross glasses on no matter how well I had cleaned them up.  So, I guess the adage that “What Happens in PTown stays in PTown” just isn’t true with me. I had to tell my family what happened.  I hope you enjoy the pictures.  I am glad I can say I’ve seen the parade in Provincetown.

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