This is an image from March, towards the beginning of the pandemic.
Once I settled into my quarantine, the walk to the Jetty became one of the obvious destinations. I imagined myself as a character in one of Jane Austin’s novels. The wind was whipping, the cold air on my face, walking on the rocks alone in the stunning desolate beauty. The beauty of nature is powerful, and its ability to bring you into a state of profound meaning and purpose is an experience I relish every day.
In Provincetown, it’s impossible not to participate in the rapture. The Jetty teaches me that beauty is there steady, unchanging, a loving companion holding you.
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