Wordless Wednesday

Brewster, MA

I continued to slowly reduce my local bucket list items by making the drive out to the town of Brewster, which is on the Bay side of the Cape, about 40 miles east of where I live, where I placed the X on the map. I took the highway down to Exit 10 because that was the fastest way.  I love the drive on 6A but that takes a lot longer.  Of course here in Massachusetts, the name of the town is pronounced 'Brewstah'.  ;-)

The main part of town lies along historic Rte. 6A, and once again, it's one of those places that I've driven through (mostly on the highway), but never bothered to stop.  It's a beautiful town and I'm really glad I went to finally explore!  I was only there for maybe 3 hours tops, but I shot a whole bunch of pictures because everything was worth shooting.  I also got in a fantastic hike across the marshes and out to the beach behind the Museum of Natural History.

So I begin where I parked my car, which was at the Brewster Store on 6A.

This place is a wonderful throwback to another place in time.  Wooden floors, penny candy, trinkets, foodstuffs, supplies for oil lamps....you name it and I'm pretty sure they will have it.  

Of course I got some postcards, a fridge magnet and a couple of other cute thingies, including this beautiful etched world marble.

(easier to see against the blue glass)

 Captain Freeman Inn, behind the store.

Ancient burial ground behind the Brewster Meeting House.

The 1700 isn't the street number, that's the year it was established.

These old stones have gorgeous carvings on them.

Some are so old, worn and crumbling that they can no longer be read and require frames.

Brewster Meeting House Unitarian Church, established 1700.

These old churches are huge.

Next door to the church

Wobbly Barn Gallery

Behind the barn

Another view of the chowdah house

Can't say I've seen pansies this colour before!

Love these old homes on 6A!

Next stop, Museum of Natural History.

Beachcombing

I admit that the beach combing is better on this side of the country, simply because we have so many different coloured stones.  Beach glass (others call it sea glass) is getting harder and harder to find.  I only found one tiny piece of green on this trip, but I did bring home some cool rocks and shells.

The stones are also more impressive looking when they are wet.

They come in all different colours and sizes too.  Even the grains of sand are pretty.

Shells and crab bits in the seaweed.

Lots of clam shells in all sizes

Some rocks are even heart shaped.

The hole in the clam shell is where a seagull or other bird pecked through.

Teeny tiny and very fragile clam shell that was still connected at the 'hinge'.

I really liked that holey rock so I took it with me.  So much quartz too!

Mussel shell.

Doesn't this cloud look like the head and neck of a unicorn?

Scusset Beach

One day late in August, I awoke to a cool, dry day and immediately made plans to drive over to Scusset Beach, on the Cape Cod Bay side of Bourne, to do some shooting and beach combing.  Scusset now holds a very special place in my heart because that's where my sweetie and I spent a magical afternoon, on his birthday back in March.    

I timed my visit according to the tide table, so that I'd arrive as the sand bars were coming up.  

Looking at the bluffs at Sagamore Beach

Fog horn and light at the end of the Canal break water.

Buoys just outside the Canal

High tide line.  Didn't see much in the way of plastic bits, like I've seen all over the Pacific Northwest beaches.

A sand bar is born

There is always a very rocky barrier between the beach and the sand bar.  You learn to pick your way very carefully through this somewhat painful minefield to get to the soft sand and warm water.

It was fun to splash around in the warm, shallow water.  It's been years since I've done that.

Sea weed that looks like mermaid's hair.

Seagull tracks

Because I love my boyfriend and because I never got a chance to do this in high school.