White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA
White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

More Conservation Land, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

I am always glad to see this sign.  It means that my town is protecting land in an undeveloped condition for the enjoyment of the citizenry.  This one is across the road (Beaver Dam Road) from the new Mass Audubon Tidmarsh Sanctuary in Manomet. The area had formerly been an active cranberry bog.

The property is in the process of becoming another resource in the town of Plymouth's trail system.

Although grasses are taking over the bog, the millions of berries still on the plants give a purplish tint to the darker surface areas.

The town has constructed a small parking area at the entrance to the trail but I haven't been able to find any written material about it yet on their website (at this link).

Monday, March 19, 2018

After the Blizzard, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

It is still cold and windy but, the storm has passed and folks are getting back to their normal lives. Power has been restored for almost everyone. Above, an icing layer of snow covers the Manomet bluff.

Each major storm brings new erosion to various parts of the bluff. In decades past, there was a tennis court between this house and the bluff edge.

One of the Town of Plymouth road crews is cutting up fallen trees that blocked a roadway. Hard to believe that Spring starts tomorrow!

Friday, March 16, 2018

After the Blizzard, Priscilla Beach Theatre, Priscilla Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Priscilla Beach Theatre (PBT) glows brightly against the backdrop of a fresh snowfall. Just imagine, in barely 45 days, the stage will echo again with the opening performance of the 2018 season!

I always have mixed feelings about snowstorms - the gorgeous beauty of snow is one of the rewards of living in New England. On the other hand after it's done falling, one is left with shoveling and plowing and snowblowing and ice and slush and so on.

I had hoped the forecast would have panned out - more than 20 inches! I was imagining the wonderful visual of that much snow on the PBT campus.  Alas, it was not to be this time. We only got about 7 inches in this part of Plymouth. 

The performance season opens on May 4. Better hurry if you don't have tickets yet!

"The Last Five Years" in May,
"The Drowsy Chaperone" in June,
"Guys and Dolls" in July,
"Bye, Bye, Birdie" in August,
"Damn Yankees" in September,
"Dames at Sea" in October.

You can contact Priscilla Beach Theatre by phone at 508-224-4888 or online for tickets! You'll be glad you did. It is extraordinary that we have such a wonderful and magical venue right here in Manomet. Owners/guardians Bob and Sandy Malone and their team know how to put on a show!

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Between Storms, Boston, Massachusetts, USA

A recent wander around the Quincy Market, Haymarket, and North End was as enjoyable as ever - a bit chilly and breezy but, that's what you get in New England in the winter - at least it wasn't snowing on this day. That is saying a lot since we've had three big nor'easters roar through here in barely a two week period of time - most unusual.

The Quincy Market upstairs dining area was filled with diners as usual.

The outdoor Haymarket was bustling as usual.  It's been operating there since about 1830 and is open dawn to dusk, year-around, on Fridays and Saturday.  Good deals abound!

The former Custom House towers on the background skyline.

Fruits .... and veggies......

.......and flowers are all available at great prices.

Over in the nearby North End neighborhood, folks are out and about, filling the restaurants or...

....popping into a bakery for a sweet treat. Boston - the little big city always worth a visit.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Confession of an Electricity Addict, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

I don't remember the last time I was without electricity for an extended period of time - no heat, no stove, no light, no water, no internet - just the unrelenting silence of a "dead" house, the only sound is the blizzard wind raging outside as the snow continues to blow sideways and pile up and the temperature drops below freezing.

I realize the truth: I am an electricity addict. Much of what I do routinely, day in day out, involves electricity. Without it, I can read books, I can write with pen and paper, I can play my acoustic guitar, I can nap or sleep, and I can eat the cold uncooked food in the fridge or cupboards. I can think and reflect. It is a sobering experience but, I am in very good spirits.

I spent about $800 on electricity last year to support my lifestyle. I think that's a mighty good value for what it provides me: the creature comforts of heat, light, water, internet, television, laundry machines, and more.

What if I have to live this way all night? tomorrow? next week? permanently? could I? would I? All the other creatures and plants on this planet do so, only humans do not. In the eons that humans have been on this planet, it is only since the late 1800's that we have enjoyed electricity and many on this planet still do not have it. But there are those of us who expect it, have built a life dependent upon it and, are spoiled by it. I must face the truth: I am an electricity addict.

As the day wears on, it gets colder and colder inside. Outside, the wind and snow rages on. I pile on more layers of clothes, wrap myself in blankets. I can't face taking a cold shower, instead I drag a cold washcloth across my skin.

I think about when the electricity will return. I imagine what I might do first and second and so on. My hands are cold, my fingers stiff. My stocking cap is pulled down over my ears, my hands encased in gloves but still, I am cold. I am weak and soft, thoroughly spoiled by my electricity.

As night approaches and the storm continues to rage, I think surely the power will come back by dark - but it does not. I am like the birds and squirrels and the other creatures that populate my neighborhood - life pauses with the onset of darkness. Time to hunker down and wait and hope.

I am alone, isolated, disconnected from the world. Stranded by the snow and ice and wind. I am trapped in my cold house and still the storm rages. My thoughts and dreams and wishes keep me company. I want my electricity back. I am an addict.

I have about 12 hours of darkness to get through - it will be long and tedious and cold.

I am not accustomed to this. I have spent nearly every day of this 65-year life connected to the magic flow of electrical power. I walk up and down the inside stairs to warm up. I think of batteries and candles and generators and flashlights and wonder when will the electrical umbilicus nourish me again. The hands of the clock move at a snail's pace (battery powered). Time seems to have slowed down. Tomorrow, if the power does not return I must clear the snow and escape this cold dark world and find warmth.

Humans are not evolved to thrive at 42 degrees north latitude without support. I think of the many homeless, routinely living outdoors under bridges and overpasses, hoping to survive through the night - this is their normal only it is much worse for them.

It's been nine hours, it is cold and dark now, my water supply is gone - there is no electricity to power the water pump and the pipes have drained of what they had within. And suddenly, the lights come on, the furnace fires up, the water pump charges the pipes - I am positively giddy with delight. I get out of bed, remove my hat and gloves and blankets and layers and joyfully celebrate it all.

I am an electricity addict.

The morning after.....

The electricity has remained on...... I am happy.....with tongue firmly in cheek.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Tides, Plymouth Harbor, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Notwithstanding the monster blizzard today (expecting 20+ inches of snow), mostly the winter storms have passed through Plymouth for the season although the tides in this image are still a bit on the high side.

For comparison, a similar view at a low tide earlier in the season. I think "America's Hometown" is ready for spring.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

"Divas With A Twist," Spire Center for Performing Arts, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

The "Divas With A Twist," just brought down the house with their rousing sets of original and cover tunes. A local group hailing from the Massachusetts south shore, the five women and their four-person backing band really connected with the sold out crowd at Plymouth's Spire Center for Performing Arts.

There's something special about a group of performers like the Divas. They're real people with a warmth and friendliness that really plays well in an intimate 200-seat venue like the Spire. And the rowdy, happy crowd wasn't there by accident. They were there to party and weren't disappointed!

By day, whether a math teacher, or school bus driver, or cardiac nurse, or mom, these musicians have a passion and energy that makes it obvious why they keep experiencing increasing success. What a great show! I saw them last summer (link here) on the Plymouth waterfront at Project Arts, too, and hope they come back again this summer - I'll be there.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Massasoit, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

From the crest of Cole's Hill on the Plymouth waterfront, this grand statue of Native American leader Massasoit stands majestically overlooking the harbor.

This powerful piece of art was created by Cyrus Dallin.  A Utah sculptor born in 1861, he studied in Boston and lived in the Boston area. He also created the statue of "Paul Revere" in Boston's North End neighborhood.

Massasoit was the Native American leader whose kindness was directly attributed to the survival of the Pilgrim settlers in 1620 in the New World.

Directly below the statue of Massasoit is the portico that houses the famous Plymouth Rock, seen here on a winter's day at low tide. Plymouth, "America's Hometown," always a delight.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

A New "Cottage," White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

White Horse Beach stands beautifully on this late winter day - before the multiple nor'easters brought vicious winds and waves to the coastline.

There is an area of White Horse Beach right on the waterfront that contains a hundred or so mostly summer cottages. ("Cottage" is a loose term).

Google Map link: White Horse Beach cottages  Select the satellite view to see the actual houses.

They are squeezed tightly together originating from a time before more strict zoning rules might have prevented such close proximity. I've always wondered how someone rebuilds a house there.  How do you access it with building equipment? These owners used the panelized/modular technique for building. When the tractor trailer (at left above) arrived loaded with panels, the only thing that was complete was the foundation base. The man with his arms up is providing hand signals and the man in blue has a remote control panel at his waist to maneuver the crane to place each factory constructed panel in position. Twenty four hours later........

.....the structure was complete. Impressive - convenience, speed, precision, and quality.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Tidmarsh Wildlife Sanctuary, Mass Audubon, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Amber waves of grain? Not quite but, the golden hue is a nice addition to nature's winter palette in the Tidmarsh Wildlife Sanctuary, a 450-acre property along Beaver Dam Road.

I don't know where this trail goes but, it's obviously closed. And much more compatible with the setting than if a barricade had been erected and adorned with garish brightly colored paint saying, "keep out."

I'm not sure why someone built this rock cairn. Generally, on public lands they should only be used to mark a hard-to-find trail. Building one for fun or entertainment detracts from the natural beauty of the location. Granted, it's a fun challenge to see how many one can stack vertically.

Monday, March 5, 2018

"Good or Bad? Hard to Say," Priscilla Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

These downed trees brought to mind a TED talk I heard recently (at this link) about "good" and "bad." The speaker relays an ancient parable about a farmer's horse running away (a "bad" event) but then, the horse returns with more wild horses (a "good" event). The farmer's son rides one of the new horses but is thrown and breaks his leg (a "bad event), then soldiers came by the farm looking for conscripts but pass him by due to the broken leg (a "good event). The parable serves as an allegorical lead-in to the speaker's discussion of her daughter's rare medical condition.  It was worth my time listening to the thirteen-minute TED lecture linked above.

The ferocious storm that just hit New England uprooted these two trees. Seemingly a "bad" event. However, since they didn't damage the house structure, it might be seen as a "good" event. Further, it's obvious the still-standing similar trees are already leaning and likely to cause a future problem - potentially a "bad" event. So, it's likely smart to take down the others - a "good" event. Of course, it'll be expensive to take them down - a "bad" event. And on and on.......

The point here and in almost all phases of life is that whether something is "good" or "bad" is hard to say. A thing is not necessarily only one thing. Hasty judgment is neither helpful nor accurate.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Laszlo Gardony, Spire Center for Performing Arts, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

I went to the Spire Center for Performing Arts in Plymouth recently to see renowned jazz pianist Laszlo Gardony. Above, the stage is set and ready for the show.

Drums and cymbals in blue light.

The crowd begins to fill the venue with anticipation. And yes, the wooden pews have been upholstered both seat and back so it's more comfortable.

Mr. Gardony took the stage for a solo set. He is a Hungarian born jazz pianist of extraordinary skill and talent. In 1983 he moved to the United States on a scholarship to study at Berklee College of Music in Boston. He was the first student in the school's history to be offered a teaching position upon graduation.

Bassist John Lockwood and drummer Yoron Israel joined in for the second set.

To see and hear him perform solo is an outstanding life event. Adding the synergy of the three musicians, (all professors at Berklee), made it a transporting musical performance. And the setting in this former chapel seemed to make it almost a religious experience. Wow! 

I am looking forward to future shows at the Spire! 

Saturday, March 3, 2018

A Walk in the Woods, Myles Standish State Forest, Carver, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Sometimes, a walk through the pine/oak forest on a drab, dull, gray, sad winter day needs a little bit of a pick-me-up so, I grossly over-saturated the color in post processing - I feel much better.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Rockin' Lobster, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

I was downtown at night for a show at the Spire Center for the Performing Arts and wandered the streets a bit to find a nice image.  This one is at the corner of North Street and Main Streets. I like the lighted tree but the lobster art statuary caught my eye this time.

There are 29 of these unique lobster artworks scattered about town. I have featured many in past blog posts. The installation is sponsored by the Plymouth Area Chamber of Commerce. A link to their story is here.

Plymouth, Massachusetts - "America's Hometown" - a great place any time of day, night, or season.