Provincetown Through My Window

I faced Norman Mailer every day in Provincetown. It couldn’t be helped. My favored place to write at the Writers Colony was sitting at the Mailer dining room table, directly opposite Joel Meyerowitz’s photographic portrait of Norman. He reminded me to get back to work. Sometimes, it was difficult.

Light on the water, sun rising from east to west in an arc over the Cape Cod Bay, chatting gulls, dunes in winter, harsh winter light, sounds of waves hitting the steps of the deck at high tide, ducks bobbing in the water, weathered New England homes, smells of wood burning fireplaces, the beauty and the isolation .  . .

Norman Mailer loved Provincetown. Now, I know why. I wanted to bring all of it back to my Manhattan apartment.



KT said…
Great shots, Arlene!You have an eye for finding poetry in the ordinary. To wit: I loved your shots of fences most. Are we witnessing the birth of another book--in addition to the one you were "officially" writing?
Anonymous said…
Hey my friend Welcome Back!
What Spectacular pictures!!
Hope to see you soon
ron thibodeau said…
Absolutely lovely photos. I'm actually heading to Provincetown in a few days for my 40th, and these pictures are making me more eager.

Thanks you for sharing these.

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