Anthony Bourdain, who got his cooking start on Cape Cod has called, “Provincetown: a wonderland of tolerance with a longtime tradition of accepting artists, writers, the badly behaved, the gay, the different. It was paradise. The joy that can only come with the absolute certainty that you were invincible; that none of the choices that you’d make would have any repercussions or any effect on your later life. We didn’t think about those things.”
P-Town (as the t-shirts say) is at the very end of Cape Cod, it’s a bit like Homer, AK – just if Homer was flooded with a LGBT crowd every summer, and was just a 50min ferry ride from Seattle. It’s changed a lot over the years from a sleepy little Portuguese fishing town to a major hub of tourism.
Every year around this time, if I’m not up in Alaska my family and I head there for a family vacation of scrabble and chowder. Our Cape Cod trip has been a tradition that dates to before I was born, but somehow we always missing the blessing of the fleet. This year, now that I shoot for a news wire I had a justification to cancel all other plans and cover the event. Here’s some of the shots that I made last Sunday afternoon.
Photographed with 2 Nikon D600’s, Nikon 17-35mm 2.8, a Sigma 35mm 1.5 Art, and a Nikon 70-200mm 2.8 VR1
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