Hanging about in the Library

The Provincetown library has been a boon. For one thing, it has access to a free wireless network (yaay!) so M and I can come in here where it's warm and write and read and just generally hang out when we don't feel like going walkies or drinking :-) or sitting at home reading by ourselves or watching cable TV any of that stuff. She's writing a bit at the moment, and reading. They have a great selection of art, poetry and philosophy books here, which is what she appears to be a little bit into at the moment (yawn!!) and it's always warm and well, it just feels great in here. The one little thing that's a little bit perturbing is that the Provincetown Library is home to a ship - a 1/2 scale sized model of the fishing schooner the Rose Dorothea is perched on the first floor (or the second floor as they call it here. But what I mean is the floor above the one that's the same level as the ground) Here's a pic of the Rose Dorothea in al her sailign glory. Ain't she grand. I should get Miriam to take a shot of her from the floor where the ship is sitting, but this one is taken from the Mezzanine floor, which where Miriam hangs out when she's here, if there's space available at the big wooden table. Here's one of the reasons why she loves this table... look at the view. I mean check this out! She gets to come in here and read and write and day dream and when she chances to look up and out the window, this is what she sees. Lucky cow.


One afternoon, she sat there taking shots from time to time, every time she thought of it. Here's one a little bit closer up. The days are shortish here right now (sunset just after 4 pm) and she generally comes to the library in the afternoon so the light gets progressively softer and pinker during the course of the afternoon. There's something achingly beautiful

about the flats at low tide, with pink and peach coloured light coming from a clear sky onto the blue water and glistening sands, with pretty little human interventions in the shape of sloping rooves and empty masts sitting precariously on the surface of it all.

Look at that glow. Dontcha just want to ice it and have with a cup of tea? Where did that come from? [checks watch] ah... Miriam must be sending me afternoon tea vibes. It's 3:30 in the afternoon.