The Poet's Perspective

Provincetown in the off-season

Photo Essay from the tip of the Cape.

Welcome to The Poet's Perspective. Today I'd like to share some recent photos, taken last Saturday in a foggy Provincetown. The village was characteristically vacant, save for fishermen, quiet locals and a female street performer whose guitar skills were incredible.  We visited Sparks, a hip yet inexpensive jewelry shop.

    Fog was enveloping MacMillan Wharf and even the tower.

The winter fleet rests.

A Dove Among Pigeons

    A peculiar sight greeted us along MacMillan Wharf. A single white dove was attempting to hang out with pigeons. It was the first time I've ever seen a dove in the wild. The symbolism was overwhelming.

Wearing a green plastic band, this dove was soon ushered off by unfriendly pigeons.

If anyone is missing a banded white dove, look in P-Town.

Sights along Commercial Street

A decorative stairwell

Metallic art at Enzo

Captivating landscape

I lol'd @ this one

Some trickster subtly changed a street sign.

(also deliciously symbolic)

The Province Lands

     No trip to P-Town is complete without visiting the outermost bits.

Believe it or not, this face is a totally random rock formation.

At first we thought some hiker used a pen to draw the face, but closer inspection revealed it to be a natural anomoly.  It must be nature's way of telling me to lighten up.

Peace be with you.

The open road awaits

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Tasha Trucking-Unsafe Maneuver?

I passed by a scene earlier today that caught my attention.  An oversized trailer was sitting on the ground, in the roadway, on White's Path in Yarmouth. The cab was parked a few yards ahead. The trailer had a large excavator on it. A smaller machine, a forklift of some kind, was apparently trying to lift the trailer. I went home to get my camera and when I returned the excavator had been offlloaded and the road was marked up. It seemed that the trailer was a special type which unloads from the front after being unhitched.

     In my opinion this was an unsafe maneuver. No cones were placed, no one was there to direct traffic. I am not sure what prompted the move. Regardless, one cannot simply stop on White's Path with an oversized rig and drop a trailer in the middle of the road. At best there should have been cones, an escort vehicle, a police detail or other necessary manpower to safely do the job, whatever it was.

      I returned a third time, five minutes after these pictures, and truck/trailer were gone, leaving only the marks you see in the pictures.  It  appears that the company is storing construction equipment at a house near the scene.

This may explain the frantic offloading of equipment in the road.

    I don't mean to offend the owner of the firm, but I do believe things should have been done in a safer fashion.

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Mountaintop Turbines & More

Photo Essay-Cape Cod to New Hampshire

Welcome to The Poet's Perspective. I'll be presenting a photo essay of a different ilk today.  Below you'll find photos from a weekend jaunt to New Hampshire. We caught views of  rolling country roads, mountaintop wind farms, towering trees and more.

   Take a trip up north and back with me. See what there is to see.

We approach Peterborough, NH-Trees flank the road.

WDM representin'

Calm waters greet the morning

Mountaintop Wind Farm-Lempster, NH

This wind farm was built last year on Bean Mountain in Lemspter, NH.

It  is New Hampshire's first wind farm.

Consisting of 12 turbines, the project was accomplished with the permission of private landowners. The farm seems to have been installed without much destruction to the surroundings.

Unmitigated Beauty- a recent arrival rests

I lived in New Hampshire twice in my life, once when I was 14 and again when I was 18.

This was my first visit in 7 years, so I had a chance to observe nature with a new perspective. I am amazed at the tenacity of trees up north. They manage to grow through the toughest terrain, often developing roots above ground as they grow around granite. This towering white birch is remarkable.(Unity, NH)

It's roots grow above ground like huge fingers, unable to fully penetrate the

granite.

You can actually see light through the base of this hundred foot birch.

A cat could walk right through.

Heading for the interstate, out of Newport, NH.

A virgin river flanks Route 10

Due South and Downhill

Woodies can be a distraction on the highway.

Noice Cah, dude!

Entering Boston-The Leonard Zakim Bridge

The End

In-transit photos were taken by an anonomous muse,

so as not to distract the driving.

copyright 2009 Jonathan Mayo

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The Many Moods of Scargo Tower

Photos From the Northside

    Welcome to The Poet's Perspective.

              I will be making a pilgrimage of sorts this weekend, venturing to New Hampshire. The last time I visited there was to get the last of my father's belongings when he died in 2002.

    I will return to pay my respects.

No doubt I will return to The Cape with some scenic photos.

     Today's post consists of several recent photos from the North side, Yarmouthport and Dennis, as well as a seasonal montage of views from atop Scargo Tower. I've also included some  poetry.

                                            Scargo Tower-Summer View

Autumn View

                                                                            Winter View

A real pumpkin patch!( Taylor-Bray Farm)

           Orphan Keys      

I have amassed a shrine of orphan keys.

And wonder what secrets are held in these.

What lockets lay rusting on ocean floors?

What padlocked hasps will creak no more?

What Packards and Hudsons no longer roar?

        What key used to open the woodshed door?

        As I am too an orphan, I appreciate their subtlety.

I therefore hesitate to dispose of them prematurely.

For orphans know more of what’s in store.

Than those outsiders judging so quickly.

        For orphans may seem cast in dust.

Apparently bathed in lasting rust.

But invisible dimensions exist. 

     I urge all to discover this.

 Highbush Blueberry takes peculiar form.

(Paths near Gray's beach.)

 Taking flight in Cape Cod gray.

(Almshouse Rd.)

 A burst of light obviates the thicket

(Almshouse Rd.)

Roots take hold-paths near Gray's Beach

 Water and Stone  

Over endless eons water drips upon a stone.

 Neither water nor the stone know that they’re alone.

But I am cast, by contrast, in awareness of solitude.

Yet like water and stone my life has been construed.

By incremental strains and seasonal change.

By knowing more of pain before maturity came.

By knowing life forces’ flows, both deliberate and astray.

And seeing living glory fade into a somber shade of gray.

And many drops upon the stone occur unnoticed.

When airs of worldly numbness do befall us.

‘Till the world deals unexpected punishment.

And invisible strains  prove apparent.

A depression in the stalwart stone.

A furrow in one man’s brow.

Yet they who stand outside themselves can never truly be alone.

As a raindrop can never be divided over stone.

So we should celebrate ourselves as water and stone.

For there’s no need to navigate when souls feel at home-

Clutch whatever comfort that comes to mind.

For the ties that bind aren’t so easily defined.

 Photos and text Copyright 2009 Jonathan Mayo 

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Turkeys Running Amuck in Bass River

Running afowl

A group of Wild Turkeys seemed at ease amongst civilization today in Bass River.

Feeding on God knows what.

Ok, pose for the camera!!

Seven in all!

March in formation!!!

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