We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I posted tons of Wellfleet architecture a couple of years ago, but here are some fresh ones from last week. Such a small town, I will run out of them fast, having already almost fully and unintentionally documented the village for posterity.
I include the antique, the regular, and the ordinary, while excluding the occasional eyesores.
Not really architecture, but the field on which the extended BD family plays a game of All-Age baseball during the annual family reunion. My Mom likes to pitch. I cannot field a ground ball to save my life, but I love to hit.
I always like to include a photo of the Lighthouse restaurant. Few know that this building was barged across the harbor from the now-fully eroded and non-existent Billingsgate Island: