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bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: Marshfield

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. 

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Marshfield

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My last day at home of the summer. Hot. Extremely hot. Mussels and clam ‘chowdah.’ The last catch of the day, trucks pulling boats from the water. Waves crashing on the rocks at high-tide, a seawall sunset. 

My American poem.

Brant Rock

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Sunset via Brant Rock.

There are some places in the world that are physically, aesthetic. This place, for me, is even more. Emotionally, soulfully beautiful. A part of my core. This is the beach that has been mine ever since before I could walk. It’s where we’d collect rocks and shells as kids. Sneak away to in high school. The place I came to sit by myself when I needed it. A place I always find myself when I’m home.

Watching the sunset here with my little brother, throwing rocks into the ocean. It’s so special to me. Everything here is. I hope he feels that way too, someday.

 

Green Harbor

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Green Harbor Marina & Brant Rock Beach.

I’ve been coming here since I was literally weeks old. 

Sitting on the boat, dinner at the Venus, icecream down the street. It never, ever, gets old. 

July Third

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My absolute favorite day of the year: the Third of July in Marshfield. Sitting on the beach all day, lighting fireworks on the beach all night. Tradition, family, friends.

I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

This is my America. This is why I go back.

The Marina

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