Dinner at the lighthouse
In flight
West Beach and Nantucket Sound
Monomoy Crossover, looking north
Fishing for diner at the lighthouse
Sit and wait
Monomoy Light, closeup
The very air is thick with birds.
Sunset over Powder Hole
Typical terns
Celestial lighthouse over Monomoy Light
Wandering the mists
The Oil Shed
Rustic charm at the lightouse
The light’s been out for 90 years.
Terns at night
Monday morning commute
Night over the weatherport
Night sky, looking west.
Unhatched eggs are a reality of life on the island.
Monomoy Crossover, looking south
Newly-hatched Common Tern chicks
Sun over Atlantic
The Lighthouse
Someone else’s footsteps on the trail to the Lighthouse. Could be USFWS, USDA, or someone wandering the island.
Sunset over Oil Shed and ponds.
Rustic charm at the lighthouse
The sunset’s great, but what are we supposed to do now?
Monomoy Light tower steps
Terns and storm. This one actually bypassed the island completely.
Horseshoe crab molts
DCIM120GOPRO
Tern colony welcoming committee
Lighthouse exit
Coyote tracks: not welcome
Poi balls post-sunset
Some birds still trying to get out for a fly.
Lighthouse approach
A pool for the chicks.
Leftover seal food
Bog wandering
Distant views of the light.
More Lighthouse dinner shots
Quahogs- they’re beautiful.
The humble weatherport, bastion of civilization.
Lighthouse exit strategy: don’t get bogged down.
Thanks, from a friend
Downtime at camp: cards
Monomoy Light, Lighthouse Beach Landing approach
Tern dive bombing
Monomoy LIght
The adults hate us, but the chicks don’t seem too bothered by humans
Monomoy Light, moon light.
Coyote tracks, approaching tern colony
Lighthouse potluck
(Almost) Every sunset’s a great sunset on Monomoy
Monomoy Light, close approach
Waiting for the storm to either crash into camp or pass us by.
Lighthouse kitchen sunset
Sunset over ponds and Powder Hole, from the top of the light
Lighthouse kitchen and its abundant rustic charm
Downtime at camp: adult coloring books
The pot rack at the lightouse
Private beaches on the Cape suck, until they’re your private beach.
Notes from Monomoy 