Herring Cove Series

When we had a house in Provincetown it was a short drive to Herring Cove Beach. During the summer I would go there several times a day to capture both the light as it changed with the hour and the weather, along with the constant parade of beach-goers who used the bathhouse and visited the adjacent snack bar. I hung around there so long, I had almost become part of the scenery, so people rarely noticed me visually eavesdropping on their comings and goings. Each day brought new possibilities – characters (as only Provincetown can provide), mini-dramas, mysteries, partings and reunions. In each of these photographs I have tried to capture what my teacher Constantine Manos calls “a magic moment.”