The weather forecast for Cape Ann appears rather bleak for this weekend. Here are a few pictures from last weekend to hopefully brighten your days.
Once again, I am showing these pictures as both a digital capture and a "rendered painting".
Be sure to click on each pair of images to see the larger versions.
First pair is called "Rock Pillar".
Next pair is called "Yacht Club Through The Porthole"
The final pair is called "Wingaersheek Vista".
Simply Wingaersheek Thinking
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Robert Frost wrote in Mending Wall that "something there is that doesn't love a wall". A corollary might be "something about an ocean makes people stare into it". A walk along the shoreline at Wingaersheek Beach gave me the opportunity to witness many people with this "affliction", myself included.
I mistakenly thought that "Wingaersheek", like so many other names of locations in New England was Native American in origin. Yet, the United States Geological Survey describes "Wingaersheek" in this manner on its GNIS website.
Name described by Professor Trumbull as "not Indian" but stated by Professor E. N. Horsford to be "an undoubted corruption of the German (Low Dutch) name, "Wyngaerts Hoeck", which occurs on many maps between 1630 and 1670, especially in Ogilby's "America." Wyngaert's Hoeck was derived from Wyngaerton (Vineland) (BGN Files). Also called Coffins Beach for Peter Coffin whose farm was located alongside this beach (MGB 1932).
Regardless of its derivation, we are surely blessed by its beauty. I've shown my images today in two ways. The first image of each is the digital capture. The second is a "painting render" of the same image.
Be sure to click on each pair of images to see the larger versions.
First two images are called "Family At Play".
These two are called "Soul Searching".
These last two are called "Squam Light".
Simply Painting Wingaersheek
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Sunday was quite nice for an afternoon in November. I stopped at the Jones River Boat Landing and watched the tide leaving boats stranded. This is a quiet spot often overlooked by so many as they rush by to get to Wingaersheek Beach.
A few lines from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Day after day, day after day
We stuck, nor breath, nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Simply Sleepy Jones
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