photos and video: Rooftops, beaches, and robins. Views from the road plus two winter walks on Wingaersheek Beach–yesterday vs. snowfall today. Jan. 19 (icy blue puddles and sheen) vs. Jan. 20 (yellow light, soft and silent).
Gloucester houses and rooftops
Good Harbor Beach Marsh views
Road to. Wingaersheek Beach
Robins
morning sun, Wingaersheek Beach
January 19, 2025
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Winter walks and drives after snow storms February 15 and February 26, Gloucester, Mass.
Feb. 26 Powdered roofs and streets
on the morning after snowstorm left 8-10″
Feb. 26 – Boulevard and beaches
Feb. 26 Shades of Blue and powder
February 15, 2022 sunrise
February 15, 2022 Looking for Hibbard
Thinking about all the colors in snow with light and shadow, and artists impressions of white, prompted a brief mission to Cape Ann Museum followed by a Rockport confirmation pass. (I know the Motif has been rebuilt and situated, and the Hibbard hill is fancy. Still. The thrill of tracing is immediate here!)
Cape Ann and Monhegan Island Vistas, CAM temporary exhibition did not disappoint and marked a rare stop since pre-covid. In January 2021 I was masked and looking at another Hibbard on display at CAM.
artists specific to this post – Aldro Hibbard, Henry Martin Gasser, Don Stone
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Snapshots during the snowstorm. Snow fell at a quick clip and was deeper than I expected. I saw two snow plows stuck and digging out. Today will be a heavy shovel that neighbors may need help with.
near Cape Ann Motor Inn Long Beach
Salt Island Road to Good Harbor Beach- snow deeper than my boots on the dry sand
Snow blue ice in the tucks and shadows, and trees coated like Kancamagus Highway
measuring snow fall by mailbox and car coating
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and a frost weathered shell-cracked horseshoe crab. Sequential views and hues in response to requests for Wingaersheek Beach photographs.
I needed a flashlight at first, mostly for the ice, long stretches in the parking lot then frozen ice scoops in the dry sand. I waited for sunrise, returing to spots I’ve favored since I was a little girl, adding glances back in the direction of Wheeler’s Point, where my parents lived, and over picnic boulders and slide pools out to Annisquam Lighthouse. The light was simultaneously a ring of orange mauve fire and rosy pale violet gray. More photos: