on the cape for a wedding, there was much to see, and eat, and drink. mainly eat, and drink. there was some seeing but it was mostly obscured by the drink. and the marine layer. ha. no it wasn't. they don't have a marine layer on the east coast. it was the drink all along.
out on the jetty, amy casts a wistful glance toward the vineyard and nantucket.
fishing boats moored on the docks in provincetown.
this is how sand is made. yum, yum yum.
delightfully decrepit.
obsessively searching for the yellow shells, amy pays no attention to the lurking photographer with the leering lens.
