The Lookout - Marconi Beach, Cape Cod (#4)
Although I visited Marconi Beach to walk the White Cedar Trail, the lure of an ocean vista was stronger. There is something dangerously romantic about high cliffs, howling wind, and pounding waves.
Travel guides point out that nearby is the site of the first wireless transatlantic telegraph achieved by Guglielmo Marconi on Jan 19, 1903, at what was named Marconi Station. Although Marconi's particular technology became obsolete fairly quickly, it is considered a seminal beginning of wireless technology, which eventually was key to sea voyage rescue.
Having spent time on Cape Ann, Nantucket, Newfoundland, and Oregon shores, the rigors of early ocean commerce are embedded in my consciousness. And images based on improbable facts -- that "widow's walks" were constructed so wives could scan the coast for returning husbands, or that pirates and wreckers used coastal sites to lure vessels with lanterns --- are indelible.
In my "Lookout, Marconi Beach" a leafless figure is signaling to the horizon. This image is what was simply there for me to capture, but perhaps my path to it was also a longing -- a personal request to the infinite and unknowable.
"Hello, do you read me?"
Travel guides point out that nearby is the site of the first wireless transatlantic telegraph achieved by Guglielmo Marconi on Jan 19, 1903, at what was named Marconi Station. Although Marconi's particular technology became obsolete fairly quickly, it is considered a seminal beginning of wireless technology, which eventually was key to sea voyage rescue.
Having spent time on Cape Ann, Nantucket, Newfoundland, and Oregon shores, the rigors of early ocean commerce are embedded in my consciousness. And images based on improbable facts -- that "widow's walks" were constructed so wives could scan the coast for returning husbands, or that pirates and wreckers used coastal sites to lure vessels with lanterns --- are indelible.
In my "Lookout, Marconi Beach" a leafless figure is signaling to the horizon. This image is what was simply there for me to capture, but perhaps my path to it was also a longing -- a personal request to the infinite and unknowable.
"Hello, do you read me?"
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