Left Behind
Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
On a recent walk to Race Point Beach, I ran across these sneakers in the empty parking lot. A different spin on the old park exhortation, leave only footprints, take only photographs….

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
On a recent walk to Race Point Beach, I ran across these sneakers in the empty parking lot. A different spin on the old park exhortation, leave only footprints, take only photographs….

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
As a kid, beach plums only existed for me as a jelly that appeared around Christmastime. While every August I was taken out to pick blueberries, beach plums only ripened once I was back in Connecticut for school. Now I watch intently as the little orbs turn from green to purple.

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
French fries are my biggest summer vice (yes, I’m boring). I often buy some in Lopes Square and eat them on the wharf. This evening I was treated to an early moon rise and spectacular sunset.

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
Walking past the Hans Hofmann house, I recently came across a case of life imitating art. Through his technique, called “push and pull,” Hofmann proposed that the illusion of space, depth, and movement could be created abstractly using color and shape, rather than traditional perspective. This bright, yellow sunflower, against the cool shadow on Hofmann’s house, really pops.

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
Fog has an emotional quality charged with metaphysical force. We enter it with questions and emerge illuminated, or having fallen in love. That’s all I need from summer nights.
Photo by Peter Hocking

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
I found a great place to enjoy a frosty iced coffee. And in high season I’m not saying where it’s at.
Photo by Peter Hocking
By M. Sebastian Araujo
Summer has been going along at a rather rapid pace! Politics, Drama and Daily Life, are colored by the world around us. Now more than Ever there seems to be a need for building bridges across the globe, not of brick and mortar but with understanding and sharing!

Recently I had the chance to chat with Provincetown’s own Documentary Filmmaker and Music Producer Fermin Rojas…


Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
August gardens are subdued, more subtle than the brassy abundance of earlier months. They deliver, nevertheless.
Photo by Peter Hocking

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.
– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (Section 21)
Photo by Peter Hocking

Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
When I was a kid my grandmother would take me to the remains of a boat yard near her home. For more than a century it was an integral part of New Haven’s oyster trade. By the 1970s the cradles held only old wrecks. Provincetown’s remaining boat cradle, still working, still an integral part of our fishing fleet’s work, returns me to boyish wonder about boats lifted from water and held by the sky.
Photo by Peter Hocking

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