Category Archives: beach

#565: See ya later, alligator!

The annual Labor Day picnic
at Brant Point.
A few of us show up to wave good-bye
to the last Steamship Authority
 slow boat of Labor Day.
Marking the end of summer
on a high note.
Flag waving is a must.

We pretty much wave at everything.
Some folk tried a little fishing while waiting for the boat,
we didn’t catch anything but there was a 30″ striper caught
while we were there.

Here she comes!
The kids hold signs and flags,
Champagne duty belongs to an adult.

Smile and wave!
Much hooting and hollering!

The picnic retired to our house as it began to rain.
A good time was had by all and we’ll…
See you next summer!

#542: Vision of a secret beach

Nantucket has her secret places,
obviously these bike riders know this one.

Down an overgrown path, an egret inlet.

with nearly invisible crabs,

 ethereal down feathers caught in the beachgrass,

Conch shells, long empty,

and birds wandering in circles,
nothing to fear here.

#496: Walk with me: Monomoy freeze

The harbor isn’t quite frozen over,
but there’s ice. 
David and I went down to see:
Food for the birds along the path
A gull and a pair of mallards next to the
 Monomoy fresh water drain, clear of ice.
My arctic explorer.
The only boat to be seen is Blair Perkin’s
The ice forms, then cracks as the waves roll in.

A ‘gull sweep’ at the end of a pier,
meant to keep the gulls from landing;
the pier is still littered with the shells they drop
and break to get at the meat. 

Underneath is all clean.
Is that the door into summer?
Not yet.

#385: The Ever Restless Sea

I wish you could hear it.
 Cisco Beach at sunset.
Click on the picture to get the fuzziness of it.
I keep trying to get a shot through the spray 
but my Olympus Stylus 850
doesn’t seem be up to it.
 It is, however, waterproof.
Although the sea is out of focus,
 wandering its shifting edge
clears my head.

#371: Castaway beauty

Not easily noticed,
but if you stop, 
and look closely:
 There is beauty
 in the wrack zone
twisted symmetry.
Life’s wrack line is similar: 
Even tossed about,
the detritus of the wrack line
is lovely.

#368: The Improbable Forest

There’s a pine forest in ‘Sconset
at the bottom of these stairs:
One would expect to see something 
more like this:
Which is what you do see if you look to the left.
But instead:
Perfectly healthy pines growing on the beach.
It boggles the mind.
What makes it possible for trees to survive
in sand, storm, and salt spray?
It is the glory of God to conceal a matter;
 to search out a matter is the glory of kings. Proverbs 25:2

And the joy of beachcombers who say, hmmmm.

#349: Dionis Beach Whimsy

Dionis Beach is so very quiet this time of year.
No cars, just dunegrass:
And rows of snow fencing:
Wait, what’s that on top of the fence?
Whimsical evidence of beachcombers
Glowing in the morning sun

They’ll be back

#336: Sconset Sleeps

Sconset is sleepy anyway.
An outpost on the east end of the island,
she’s known for being laid back and quiet.
Her only market is closed for the winter.
She’s quiet but ready.
Ready for carloads of kids and dogs
 to reclaim their favorite spots.
Ready to refill the flowerpots 
with petunias and tomato plants from Bartlett’s Farm.
Ready to renew the battle against erosion.
Ready to load up the Jeep for a beach picnic or
fishing trip to Great Point.
Sleeping, ready to wake.

#316: Sconset in Winter

‘Sconset beach, where the first of the fishmonger Gliddens
used to launch his boat and bring in his codfish.
They say you can tell the power of the undertow at a beach
by the steepness of it.
‘Sconset is at least 30 degrees.
Not good for swimming, even in the summer.
The bluff has a walkway between
the cottages.
It’s fun to look in the windows.
The deserted houses have green lawns,
 in January!
The view from the cliff.
Across the Atlantic to Portugal.
The winter community is small,
but the lights are still on
in ‘Sconset.

#315: Nantucket Ecosystems

Non-native plants need protection
from winter’s storms:
Burlap wrapped ‘privacy screen’
Opposite these, and closer to the beach,
an entire ecosystem thrives:
Bordered by scrub pines, looking closer:
beachgrass, with an extensive root system
 which holds the sand, and
lichens, which feed off the very salt spray and 
blazing sun that kills plants not suited to the dune ecosystem.
Scrub pine and beachgrass and lichens aren’t tough–
walking on this patch would kill it in one season.
What they are is, in the place God meant them to be.
That’s where they thrive.
So, if I’m not thriving, 
is my heart in the place where God means it to be?