I Could Paint That, But My Brushes Are Too Small

I had to dash all over creation today. I found myself in Chatham, Massachusetts in the early afternoon. I risked death, dismemberment, and a general lack of other motorist’s bonhomie — as distinguished by the raised finger salute I received for daring to jerk the truck over at this spot —to get you, my dear readers, this essential view of the fabulous thingness of late summer light on Cape Cod.

You’re welcome.

More tomorrow.