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.
Pond at the South Wellfleet Audubon, last week. This is really a dammed-up small stream, dammed by dirt farmers a century or two ago and not a natural pond. Wellfleet's natural ponds, large enough for sailing Sunfishes, are deep, clear kettle ponds which are eminently swimmable:
Howdy Bird Dog
It's a little sad, but Cape Cod and the towns you love so much are most familiar to me from a book called "In His Garden". It's about a Provincetown carpenter and drug abuser who was also a serial murderer. I'm afraid it gives your images a bit of a creepy effect for me.
Yet Cape Cod was lovely long before Costa or the Kennedys polluted it with their presence.