Saturday, June 28, 2008

Provincetown 26

Come Walk With Me!

It only takes a minute: literally!

(video is one minute long).

I went for a very early stroll this morning down Commercial Street In P-Town and took these photos. I started out just before 5 a.m., when the birds were singing loudly. The Rooster (whose, I do not know) crowed at 4:37 this morning.

The walk starts with some shots of the beach, which is just steps from Commercial Street. Then I took some shots of the street, stores, and ended back at FAWC. The last shot is of my view from my kitchen sink: included in the shot is a gorgeous card sent to me by my friend, Judi Heartsong.


ggw07 said...

Sigh...I see you're letting P-town get under your skin quickly. Good for you!

cpc said...

Thank you for the tour. I haven't stopped by for awhile and enjoyed catching up. Best of luck on your latest work. I will be stopping by to check in on your progress from time to time. Peace.


Judith HeartSong said...

Thinking of you!

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