Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Category: Massachusetts

World’s End

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Three weeks at home, passed by in a flash. My last days marked by the snow. It came unexpectedly; at first, barely there. We went out to World’s End to take in the sunset over the city, my last one until who-knows-when. 

Plymouth

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Meeting a friend for coffee in Plymouth Center. I arrived a little early and parked along the harbor. It was just in time for the sunset, and the lobster-trap tree was still standing tall, a few days after Christmas. 

I love the real, raw look of this harbor. The slight bite of the cold. When I lived in Miami for college, I used to come home for winter-break and think everything around me was dead and ugly. Flashy palm trees seemed prettier at the time. Now that more time has passed and I have travelled more, I realize how beautiful all of this is. It’s alive in it’s own real, raw way. 

Boston

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Christmas-time in the city. Wandering around the place that I’m from, aimlessly and open.

We used to do this in highschool. It’s still fun in my twenties. 

Scituate

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Home for the holidays, & it’s a beautiful thing. The past few weeks have been busy. Christmas parties. I graduated. Travelling across the ocean. And now, here we are. Home, content. 

Brant Rock

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My last day at home until Christmas. The last day in shorts, last day with feet in the ocean. The very last of summer on a cool and misty day. We ate seafood at the Venus II across the street. We climbed out to the end of the jetty. My brother chased the seagulls, and I shivered in the water, willing to do anything to touch it one last time. 

Plymouth

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An afternoon walk along Plymouth Harbor, exploring with my camera. It was chilly, the first time I had to wear pants since the spring. But the sun was warm, and it was a welcomed mid-week escape. 

I love that pirate ship. 

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