p-town state of mind

i spent a week in provincetown with some amazing, creative friends. p-town is one of those places that feels a little bit magical every time—the marshes, the gardens, the water, the people, all of it. many of these pictures came from morning runs or from simply wandering around with nowhere particular to be.

sml and i got married in p-town forever ago, and somehow it has maintained its charm throughout the years. the shingled houses, wildly enthusiastic gardens, unexpected art, and neon all still feel completely themselves.

we went during an “off” week, meaning it wasn’t insanely crowded and we could actually dine out. with martiniiiis!

we also took a boat out into the harbor. i saw at least seven seals, which to me is basically shark food. no sharks appeared, but i remained appropriately vigilant.

anyway: no sharks, many martinis, wonderful friends, and another magical week in a place that keeps earning the word.