I almost feel as though I grew up in Provincetown on Cape Cod. There is no question that it is my favorite little town on the planet. I started going to the Cape in 1959 with my family as a ten-year-old on the first of so many wonderful vacations to the shore. My Dad had chosen Eastham as our destination and it proved to be a spectacular place to vacation. On that part of the Cape, it’s only a couple miles wide with the
Provincetown was about a half hour drive or so to the very tip of the Cape so it made for a wonderful day trip for us. I fell in love with it immediately!….but I can’t lie…I felt like I was in an alternate reality! In the 60’s P-Town was the beatnik capital of the East…an artist’s nirvana for sure. To this day it continues to be a mecca for artists, photographers and such. Another reality that I became exposed to much to my naivety was the sight of 2 men or 2 women holding hands together. As a young teen, I was aware of the lifestyle but had never bumped right into it. It truly was an eye-opening experience for me; one for which I am very grateful for to this day.
As one would expect from an artists’ community, there is color everywhere in P-Town. I tried to capture as much of it as I could absorb in my camera. I hope these photos provide you with the colorful flavor of this fascinating little fishing town.