Robert Finch
A nature writer living in Wellfleet, Robert Finch has written about Cape Cod for more than forty years. He is the author of nine books of essays. A Cape Cod Notebook airs weekly on WCAI, the NPR station for Cape Cod, Martha's Vineyard, Nantucket, and the South Coast. In both 2006 and 2013, the series won the New England Edward R. Murrow Award for Best Radio Writing.
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About a month ago, just after the oak leaves had come fully out, I was walking out our drive to get the mail when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the gray form of a squirrel to my left, rustling around in last year’s leaves next to the wood pile. -
Over the past several months, I’ve introduced several of our friends to an extraordinary property recently acquired by the Wellfleet Conservation Trust.
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On the last day of April, a few minutes before 8 a.m., I stood in line in a chilly, light drizzle, waiting for the opening of Wellfleet’s most recent home-grown or home-made food purveyor, The Bagel Hound.
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A lot of trees came down this winter, largely the result of two fierce windstorms in January. Most were pitch pines.
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The other day I stopped to see my friend Ralph. Ralph has an uncanny ability to find unusual things in unusual places.
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I went out on the tidal flats yesterday about 3 p.m. on a new moon low tide, wearing hip boots and my new red suspenders.
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We tend to associate imagination with poets, artists, composers, theoretical physicists, and other creative types. But the ability to imagine new things or ideas can play a part in more prosaic endeavors, such as, well – let me give you an example.
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The other night my wife and I watched “On the Beach,” a 1959 film by Stanley Kramer. It was one of the first and - to my mind, still the best - nuclear holocaust movies ever made.
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I have always taken a certain pleasure in the knowledge that a flock of finches (whose name I share with them) is traditionally known as a “charm.” “A charm of finches.”
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I was walking along Commercial Street with a friend one evening in post-holiday Provincetown, when she suddenly remarked, “God, how empty this place is!”
