Race Point, Provincetown, MA (#2)
My first coastline shoot was in Provincetown.
I drove into the parking lot at Race Point Beach, finding it sand-blown and deserted. As I moved through the dunes towards the breakers I was hit with sharp gusts of wind and struggled to keep standing.
The seagrass was being tossed about without breaking, looking softly inviting in my photographs. Meanwhile, the ocean appeared almost black and was moving quickly as the clouds overhead were indeed racing against the shoreline.
As I walked quickly back to my SUV I noticed a car parked nearby. When I expressed my surprise to see anyone else out for a stroll, the couple explained that they returned to Race Point annually to revisit the site where they were married.
I could appreciate their dedication to this full-body ritual.
I drove into the parking lot at Race Point Beach, finding it sand-blown and deserted. As I moved through the dunes towards the breakers I was hit with sharp gusts of wind and struggled to keep standing.
The seagrass was being tossed about without breaking, looking softly inviting in my photographs. Meanwhile, the ocean appeared almost black and was moving quickly as the clouds overhead were indeed racing against the shoreline.
As I walked quickly back to my SUV I noticed a car parked nearby. When I expressed my surprise to see anyone else out for a stroll, the couple explained that they returned to Race Point annually to revisit the site where they were married.
I could appreciate their dedication to this full-body ritual.
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Also in: Walden and Cape Cod
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