Cape Cod - Truro and Provincetown

 I adore Truro and Provincetown, MA!!!

The photo below is of the Old Colony Trail. I tried to hike, but it's hot as hell and the bugs were eating me alive. I made it two miles before I practically ran back to my car. 

The day after I arrived, I walked to Provincetown in the morning, and perhaps I was tired, or just not feeling it - but I didn't love it. It felt kind of empty to me. I'm so glad I went back the night before I left, able to see it with new eyes. So much amazing art, and having spent time in Truro and the glorious beaches of Provincetown, I understand why. The entire time I was in Cape Cod, I saw a painting in everything. So many paintable landscapes, people - I can see why so many artists paint there.

 I went to Herring Cove to see the sunset on a recommendation from Donna, the caretaker of the cottage I was renting. I jumped in my car at 7pm and got there in time to watch a glorious sunset on a beautiful little beach. Race Point was amazing - I spent few hours there one morning. Bought a beach umbrella - best purchase so far - and watched seals and people for a few hours. As I was leaving the Shark Flag went up and the lifeguard called everyone out of the water. I heard a woman say as she was headed down to the beach "Oh great just in time for the Shack Flag to go up". I love the accents in MA but can't understand that much of what they say. The beaches on the Cape are known for Great White sharks, apparently. Jaws.

More than anything else, I enjoyed my beach days on the little private beach owner by the rental's property. I spent a lot of time there, under my beach umbrella, watching seals and the tides. I loved walking into the water during low tides, far out on the sand bars,  and watching the sunsets every night. I was more relaxed than I've been in a really long time. 

Everyone at the cottages were so friendly but never invaded my privacy. Donna was so kind to me, as were the other renters - just nice, real, salt-of-the-earth people. I would love to come back here, stay for a few months.

I am really itching to paint. Not with the watercolor and gouache I have with me, I want to dig into oils with big canvases. I hope that one day I will have a space of my own to do this. Until then, at some point, I will pull out the paints and paper I brought with me.