Little parts of the Cape.

A sunset in Provincetown, a comedy show with some seriously awesome people, Exa on the beach and candids taken by others. Flower bushes, inns, pale legs, seafood on the gas stove, and poppy bunches.

The Cape is quiet and windy and humid. Your sheets feel damp, lightning storms make lovely outlines in your window. The harbor reeks at low tide and the sea gulls ruthlessly stalk the beach goers, eyeing coolers of food. Rose bushes in the beach dunes let off the most subtle smell and the slippery green on the rocks squishes between your toes.