[By Melanie Reim on Cape Cod] The sky is as clear and crisp today in New York as it was so many days on Cape Cod this past summer. But the air is filled with an aura of nervous anticipation-"Doomsday" keeps running through my mind- and then, I thought, I will choose to think about my "Dunes Days!" Corny? Yes, perhaps, but the clown standing opposite my candidate has challenged HER and made us dread what might happen should he succeed. Doomsday for sure. OK. Before I move onto Urban Sketching, if you have the right, get out and VOTE.
My stay on the Cape was nothing short of magical. I lived by the water, and listened to the ocean, lulling me to sleep, waking me in the mornings. The rustling of the dune grasses, so elegant, so dancer like. They were glorious days filled with writing, reading, creation and plain daydreaming.
I was perfectly content sitting at my studio, for days on end.
My stay on the Cape was nothing short of magical. I lived by the water, and listened to the ocean, lulling me to sleep, waking me in the mornings. The rustling of the dune grasses, so elegant, so dancer like. They were glorious days filled with writing, reading, creation and plain daydreaming.
I was perfectly content sitting at my studio, for days on end.
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| The light was incredible and never the same, from day to day. |
Shore Road seemed like an endless array of beach cottages, each so small,
yet so strong, standing up to the sea and the wind.
And right across my little heavenly cottage were the dunes and the lake. Singing with the wind.
And, of course, Provincetown and the beach. There is always the beach.
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