This morning I couldn’t sleep, it was foggy. I’ve always loved fog. I grabbed my camera, a few bills for coffee and slipped out quietly so Jeff could sleep a little longer. It was a little after five. After taking a few shots in my yard, I was bored. I drove to the beach and ran into a friend walking to work. I watched as he vanished into the fog.
Then I drove to the canal to take pictures of the guys fishing.
I witnessed some lovely fishermen camaraderie. I got quite an education too. I tried to not be in the way. I think I might’ve been a couple of times. But, they were gentlemen and didn’t mention it to me. Mark, Norman and Nick seemed like pretty good guys.
This fish really didn’t want to give up the fight. He was in too rough of shape to be thrown back. I think I saw the last breathe of this 38″ (37.5″ to be exact) striper.
R.I.P. big guy
Mark (tan shirt) offered his fish to Norman and his son, Nick. Norman soon had a fish on his line and his son helped him pull it up. It was all a thrill and the fog added some drama to the whole scene…oh, how I love fog.
Later Norman caught another one and released it because it was in good shape. They were going home with two good sized fish (one caught and one gifted already). I appreciated seeing the care taken to get the hook out as cleanly as possible. Norman threw it back into the Cape Cod Canal to live another day.
Swim on little fella, there’s mackerel to dine on.
Mark, Norman and Nick were good guys. I bought them coffee to thank them for letting me take photos…it seemed like the least I could do. Mark and I take our coffee the same, “black with cream”. I found this funny…black with cream. I’ll never order it any other way again.
By getting out of my comfort zone, I was given access to a world I had little knowledge of.
I usually sit on my porch in the morning or walk the same loop.
This morning the siren song of fog lured me to explore and I was handsomely rewarded.
Thanks fellas for one of my favorite mornings in Town Neck.
I discovered this image of my husband Jeff’s legs this morning. The photo had cool shadows and movement to work with. After a bit of goofing off and layering—this series is what emerged.
Jeff is off exploring his world right now in a very BIG way. The first image on the road reminds me of the South Dakota Monster stories my Dad told all seven of his grandchildren. I don’t see my husband as a monster though—much more like a gentle giant.
We’ve always told our children that they are part prairie & part sea. When I started choosing photos to layer with Jeff’s legs I was naturally drawn to images of the prairie and the sea.
Here’s to your big adventures this weekend, wherever your feet take you.
I’m very curious about how our interior geography affects our moods and choices in life. I find myself at nearly 50 years old realizing that I need a lot of spaciousness to feel most comfortable in my own skin. I truly understand how growing up and forming my identity on the prairie instilled an interior geography within me. I want to understand this better.
I layered these images of flying into South Dakota and the Town Neck Beach approach in Sandwich, Massachusetts. The vastness of the ocean gives me the same feeling of ease that the prairie gives me. It doesn’t matter if I’m driving country roads in South Dakota or kayaking the Cape Cod Bay. The inner feeling is the same.
I just ordered this book: Geographical Psychology: Exploring the Interaction of Environment and Behavior by Peter J. Rentfrow, PhD.
“The research described in this volume indicates that personality, political ideology, well-being, happiness, human virtues, and personal concerns are related to several important geographic social indicators.”
I can’t wait to delve further into more understanding about this subject. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas.
Saturday I was listening to NPRs TED RADIO Hour in my studio. Here’s the link.
George Monbiat used two terms I found utterly fascinating and relevant: rewilding & ecologically bored. This is a fascinating TED TALK about bringing the wolves back to Yellowstone Park, however it’s the story within that story that resonated with me.
Wikipedia: “Rewilding is large-scale conservation aimed at restoring and protecting natural processes and core wilderness areas, providing connectivity between such areas, and protecting or reintroducing apex predators and keystone species. Rewilding projects may require ecological restoration or wilderness engineering, particularly to restore connectivity between fragmented protected areas, and reintroduction of predators where extirpated.”
Ellis and Adam jumping off the East Sandwich, Mass bridge.
We live in an era where so much information is at our fingertips all the time and because of it a lot of time is spent hunched over a computer all day. We need to “rewild” for the sanity of our modern day lives. Now, “rewilding” can obviously go to extremes and it would be very different for everyone. It could be as grand as giving up every trapping of modern life and taking off with your belongings on your back OR it could mean that you are going to take a walk at lunch instead of sitting in front of your computer all day long.
My husband, Jeff and I parasailing.
However, it’s the second term I found so interesting…ECOLOGICALLY BORED. After spending a summer learning to navigate Cape Cod Bay and area harbors in a kayak.
I now know that I was indeed “ecologically bored”. I really needed to get in touch with that innate part of myself that uses intuition, muscle memory, wonder and strength. I now realize that it had been way too dormant in me lately. Sometimes we don’t know what’s missing in our lives.
A beach fire on Town Neck.
So, however you “rewild” or satisfy your “ecological boredom”…
I wish you the best. You won’t regret it.
These are a few of my photos from over the weekend. I haven’t been creating things and it makes me really kooky when I don’t. I mucked around with my images to fuel my creativity. It helped a lot. I hope you enjoy them.
They were shot on:
Martha’s Vineyard while staying at a friend’s house—Blue Barque (Thanks Jen & Dan).
Town Neck in Sandwich, Massachusetts where (Thanks Jim & Iris) cooked over a beach fire last night. Oh, the joys of summertime. Thanks for the memories, folks. My heart is full.
1. HWY 10 in CALIFORNIA (Phoenix to Palm Springs)
2. TOWN NECK BEACH approach, Sandwich, Mass
1 & 2. An abandoned farmhouse somewhere in Gregory County, South Dakota.
1. At 5:20 this morning my bedroom was lit up with bright red and orange light. I felt the sunrise was beckoning me outside. I actually felt a little “witchy” like I was being mysteriously seduced to head to the light. NOTE: I was born with an extra finger on my left hand, as was my daughter, Lucy—anyway…I ran outside in my pajamas and watched the sunrise over Cape Cod Bay in our neighborhood of TOWN NECK. I quickly drove down to the beach to take some pictures before I missed it.
2. I have guests coming tonight and I am doing a 20 minute tidy this morning. I walked out into my yard to find some flowers for this Scargo Pottery vase that I love. These flowers looked so independent of each other. I liked the way they seemed to have such personalities. Independent and Unified. This is what I’m striving for today with my family life. We’ll see…
3. This morning I opened a book and this pressed leaf fell out. I found the color to be so stunning. I don’t remember when I pressed it, but I am so grateful that somewhere along the line I learned that life is these little moments and not necessarily grand experiences or discoveries.
Sometimes we need to know where we’re heading and other times it’s so good to not have any idea. Learning when a map is required and when to follow our instincts is a necessary practice in our lives. We can’t have everything all “mapped out”. Where’s the discovery in that?