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Monthly Archives: May 2011

Just west of New Bedford Massachusetts, lies a small farming town along a harbor with one entrance road. The entrance road stretches from 195 and runs straight down into Horseneck Beach State Reservation. A stop light here and there pauses your journey for brief moments of time with signs letting you know what districts you would be in if you decided to wander off. There isn’t much in Westport but homes, harbors, and farms, but what it holds at the end is a hidden gem in Massachusetts. Going through the rolling dunes of Horseneck and viewing the very Cape Codesque scenery of small trees and desert like brush the road ends at the calm Atlantic waters of Buzzards Bay. Taking a right you wind along the coast through a village of small cottages that are 3rd or 4th generation from storms taking out the originals. The actual only original structure is an old life saving barn that survived the Hurricane of ’38.

A man made barrier stretched out onto a small just of land named Gooseberry Island. If you were to look at a map it appears to be the entrance to Buzzards Bay as it almost aligns with Cuttyhunk, the last of the Elizabeth Islands.

The Island is small and incredibly rocky. A few walking paths bring you through low lying brush and reeds along the mixed sandy and rocky shore line. It lies fairly flat with the brush just below the vision so it appears to stretch out to infinity. The brush is thick and thorny, and reeds are thick and fill in great amounts of fresh water. Parking the car in the dirt parking lot Buzzards Bay Juts off to the left and to the right is the long coast of Rhode Island. A path starts towards the southern point of where you are allowed to park.

Entering on to the path you notice two large towers on the horizon. This lies the abandoned old World War II outposts placed by the Army at the start of WWII. They are the soul visual reference for anywhere that you venture to on the island. The path starts in the same texture as the parking lot, mixed of beach sand packed down from years of use and small stones and pebbles. The path meanders for about a half mile with mixed terrains from the packed sand, to beach sand, to old gravel. The wind cutting across the island and the feel of salt in the air makes you realize you are on the coast when at time you cannot see water on either side.From here on out I’ll let the photos do the talking

The larger of the two towers approaching on the path.

Graffiti now stands as the artwork on the side of the towers that lay abandoned for decades.

Perspective of how close they sat

Inside the larger tower

Walking past heading out to the beach

The towers a long the beach from furthest point on island.

I’m experimenting with black & whites… Please let me know what you think..

Wood’s Hole


Wood’s Hole

Nobska Light

Newcomb Hollow Beach

Fish Pier

Fish Pier

Grey’s Beach

Fish Pier

Entrance Road into Provincetown (click for full image)

Fish Pier

We all go places. Everyone gets up and gets in the car and hits the road. It could be to the market or away for the weekend. It could be to a family member’s house or to a friend’s party. We all have a destination at some point. What if we viewed our paths as adventures instead of just roads though? Would our eyes open up a bit more to our surrounding? Would we notice the intricacies of the paths we take?

Traveling takes us now fractions of the time it has in the past. Technology made the world smaller, but still the ends of the earth are further than we all think. It takes hours instead of days or months to travel thousands of miles, minutes instead of hours to travel 20-30 miles, and all of it seems so efficient.

In that efficiency, have we lost the ability to take in our surroundings and pay attention to every little detail on the roads we take every day?

Today I propose a challenge. Take the roads less traveled with no destination. Do it however you may, but somehow you must stay to the ground or water. Take everything in around you and experience Earth’s beauty, both naturally and human made. See how both either mend together or how construction doesn’t aesthetically please our eye or the environment. No matter what, it is all beauty. Find a different way home today, or get lost and enjoy all that is around you. Appreciate every curve in the road, and seek nothing but the thoughts in your head.

Our world has been made smaller by the technology in our infrastructure, but it doesn’t mean what is around us is larger than our being. The roads that connect our journeys connect our hearts to someplace that they may belong. Below is a few pictures of the Roads Less Traveled that I have been on.

Dirt Roads of the Mid-West bring small towns forgotten by time.

9,000 Feet Elevation on September 1st. equaled 5 straight hours of descending the Rocky Mountains coming out of Montana.

Miles of desert and mountains on all sides.

Long roads mix sustainability with ecology

It seems infinite, but there is an ending to every path

Not all of New Jersey is Toxic Waste…

So this is a road well traveled, but if you haven’t driven it, I highly recommend you should.

Some roads bring you feeling like you are moving at the speed of light.