Mine

       As a kid spending his summers in Nyes Neck on Cape Cod, I spent an awful lot of time on this dock, looking out at Buzzard’s Bay. There was something magic about this view at sunset. Even when I lived up the street, in my waterfront Purple House, I missed this view.
       I don’t want to sentimentalize, because that gets in my way of moving forward and creating my life in the present. Yet through a series of shifts and openings in my life recently, I have been able to once again experience the magic of this view. And although this view is linked to my past, it means something bigger than just that now.
       When I took this picture, I brought so much more of me to the experience. I made it mine. Not my kid’s.