Concertgoers

These are some of my new friends here in Provincetown who have listened patiently—and without comment—as I squawk away on the concertina this summer. The wide shot is of the hill where I’ve been sitting, shaded above by the spreading boughs, cushioned below by a bed of pine needles and wheezing contentedly—if clumsily—away on sea shanties that my reclining neighbors might have whistled along to had I but arrived two centuries earlier.

[N.B. I shall be away from the computer for the next two days--therefore there will be no blog entries.]