Provincescapes

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I’ve said a lot about Provincetown, but was reminded, looking back at old posts from two years ago, of some of Michael Cunningham’s beautiful descriptions in his book, Land’s End: A Walk in Provincetown. He writes about it being a place that “doesn’t know or care that it’s beautiful, that produces beauty incidentally while pursuing its true imperatives to simply exist and change …”

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From the ferry

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Arriving

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Boys Beach at high tide

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Crossing the Marsh

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Gray Beauty

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Light

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Background

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Departing

And I go

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“A reminiscence. Spring in Paris. Overnight, shops moved their wares out onto the sidewalk. Fresh-cut flowers, especially modest bunches of violets; potted pink and red geraniums; lovebirds cooing, baritone pigeons, squawking hens, soprano canaries, even small green turtles whose shells were painted with J’aime Paris.”