Having grown up going to the beach on the coasts of South Carolina, Georgia and Florida, Cape Cod holds an old world, rustic charm. Real fishermen made their livelihood off this sea and many of the establishments still have a weathered and briny, feel despite the fact that the Cape is now mostly a summer vacation destination. Even 6-years now, into my living in New England, The Cape seems very romantic and "of another era." Probably since many of the places have never seen a renovation and are exploding with granny chic. Give me an ocean front view and I am happy. Plus a little patina makes for some fun shooting. The hubby and I escaped last weekend, for a children-free weekend away to Falmouth, MA, just over the bridge on Cape Cod. An hour and half drive, but worlds away. We had Friday evening drinks and dinner at The Chart Room. We watch the sunset over the harbor and people watched as preppy vacationers intermingled with leathery full-time boat people. And the band! Oh the band! I half expected Richard Dreyfuss to hysterically run in the restaurant warning us all of a giant great white, out to get us all! I was in JAWS!
Now I need your editorial help. I am finishing up my first collection for sale, set to launch at the beginning of August. My photos will be available in various sizes measuring up to 40 x 60 (larger if you want) framed in either a white matte frame with matting or printed on a floating plexiglas, a la these Slim Aarons prints. I think one of these would be a great addition, but which one? Tell me you pick in the comments.
Thank you so much and I hope y'all are having a wonderful summer.