Music to my ears….even on such a stormy winter day.
Music to my ears….even on such a stormy winter day.
We took a drive just after high tide today. We drove by Old Garden Beach, down Atlantic, to T Wharf, down Bearskin Neck, to the breakwater, through town, by Front Beach, to Granite Pier, and then back home. Not much accumulation but it was coming down good, VERY windy, and some great surf! #winterstormmars
Just another February on Cape Ann.
Cape Ann has been blessed with stunning sunrises and sunsets this winter, or perhaps it’s just that the weather temperatures are warmer than usual, which makes it much more fun to be out and about photographing. Fifties today and despite the overcast skies, the day was divine!
Mute Swans mostly drink freshwater (and a great deal of it) because most of the places that you find swans living at are on freshwater ponds, lakes, rivers, and inlets. However, just above the eyes and under the skin, swans have a gland that enables them to drink saltwater. This gland removes salt from their bloodstream and concentrates it into a solution that is excreted from their nostrils, which the swan can shake its head to clear.
There are a number of good folks in Rockport and Gloucester who keep a watchful eye on our local swans. Thursday I had the joy of meeting Lois and Serena, who have been feeding and observing the swans for over twenty years. They have photos of Mr. Swan (known as Buddy in Rockport) dating from 1998. He was already full grown by then, which makes him at least twenty years old. That is quite extraordinary as most Mute Swans in the wild live on average only to twelve years of age.
My deepest thanks and appreciation to Lois and Serena for the time they took sharing swan stories, the reading material lent, and for their kind and goodhearted nature, especially towards Buddy/Mr. Swan!
As you may or may not have read here on Good Morning Gloucester, I have been filming the swans over the past several years for a film project. If you have a Cape Ann swan story that you would like to share I would love to hear from you. Please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you so much!
This is how we woke up exactly a year ago today. It makes what you may be seeing outside your window this morning look like an August afternoon.
While it was certainly beautiful…I’m not missing it.
I wonder what the rest of this winter will bring.
Climate change is complicated but the damage done from rising sea levels is very apparent in our own community. With the inundation of seawater upon freshwater ponds, vernal pools, and wetlands, at risk especially are habitats for fish, shellfish, wildlife, and plants.
Penzance Road, the narrow strip of land that divides Pebble Beach, on the Atlantic side, and freshwater Henry’s Pond on the opposite side, is periodically closed because of storm damage. I don’t recall ever seeing this degree of destruction however, we have lived here for only twenty years. It would be very interesting and much appreciated to learn from any of our readers who have lived through some of the worst blizzards and hurricanes to hit Cape Ann to compare the levels of damage.
Question for our readers, If you are standing at Loblolly Cove and facing the Twin Lights, which is South Light and which is the North Light? Probably an obvious question to most but I am confused looking at the websites. Thank you!
There were carolers this weekend but most of the stores I hit were going to be open all the way to Christmas Eve. So that pair of earrings or feather boa, salad bowl, or nutcracker, or that weird gift, the big stone thing to put in the garden and put a candle inside.
Bearskin Neck is a must but make sure you make it all the way down main street because there are gold mines of goodies all through town.
The best part is easy in and out. Rockport meters are all covered and plenty of street parking available.
Sun rose at 7:09 AM kind of drab and grey but the light show was twenty minutes earlier.
Susan Nilsson of Rockport is described as white, 5’5″ tall, 130 pounds, and with green eyes. She was walking on Rocky Neck Friday night. Police found personal items belonging to her on a dock and in the water. Anyone with information about her disappearance is encouraged to call Gloucester Police at (978) 283-1212.
The boys and I took the two dogs for a walk down the street, along the Old Garden Foot Path, and on to Marmion Way to visit a friend. Along the way I took this quick photo of Rockport’s outer harbor. The photo somewhat mimics the very same view that our friends have from their upstairs window. When I showed it to our friend he said, “Sometimes we get numb to the fact that we live here.”
So, for all of you who may have become numb to the fact that we live in such an unbelievably beautiful place…. Here’s a reminder.
I posted a few “live blog” photos of Santa’ much awaited arrival, but here are several more.
Such a fun tradition. It is so fun to watch the boys, and all of Rockport’s children, get older each year as they stand on T-Wharf and await Santa’s arrival.
This was our 9th “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” and the novelty has certainly not worn off.
More often we see cows grazing in Ipswich, not along 127A in Rockport. I think I’m in love with these wonderfully friendly cows! They were nuzzling up to each other, pointedly asking to be licked. The smaller cow on the left licked the larger cow until it fell asleep, standing up! They were all doing this communal licking, which looked more like a massage-lick because their tongues are so thick and muscular. The eight cows have been grazing at Waring recently and I believe they are from Seaview Farm.
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Hi Joey, The season’s winding down in Pigeon Cove. Here’s a one minute slice of life on the waterfront late Sunday afternoon.
Editor’s note: the season is far from over for everyone except the small part timers. We’re actually in the heart of it.
Hope the FOBs enjoy this 2 minute glimpse of life on the water in Pigeon Cove. It’s a very peaceful dawn. All I hear is the wind, the waves, seagulls, and the puttering of the boat’s engine. I feel like l’m living in a Fitz Henry Lane painting!