I ran out of steam paying bills at my desk and decided to take a walk around the Eel Pond this afternoon. The clear, still air is colder than usual today in Woods Hole. My brisk walk while the sun was setting revealed boats, houseboats and summer docks stashed for winter. Despite the feeling of summer in storage, the streets were full of joggers and walkers, some moving slowly with ski poles to be safe on the ice, others sprinting as if training for next year’s road race.
Rounding the corner of School and Millfield Streets, I watched the sun bow at the horizon, hovering past the frozen pond over the academic buildings beyond. Like a large movie lamp, it illuminated the faces of the houses looking west. At it’s finish, it turned from orange to bright red before sizzling into the sea with a glowery purple. Woods Hole in winter brings new meaning to “magic hour.”
Here are a few highlights from my walk: