Robert Finch

Robert Finch is a nature writer living in Wellfleet. 'A Cape Cod Notebook' won the 2006 New England Edward R. Murrow Award for Best Radio Writing.

Robert Finch has lived on and written about Cape Cod for forty years. He is the author of six collections of essays, most recently "The Iambics of Newfoundland" (Counterpoint Press), and co-editor of "The Norton Book of Nature Writing."

His essays can be heard on WCAI every Tuesday at 8:30am and 5:45pm.


Cape Cod Notebook
3:34 pm
Tue August 26, 2014

Tony Bennet Returns, in Memory, to Serenade Cape Cod

Credit Tom Beetz / flickr

  No, he’s not at the Melody Tent this summer, though for years – decades, actually - a concert by Tony Bennett has been one of the staples of its summer schedule. I used to take my mother to see him when he was in his 60’s. Kathy and I went to hear him there when he was in his 70s.  Now, at the age of 88, Tony Bennett is still in command of the stage and his voice, packing the houses, performing over a dozen concerts this summer alone, including one at Tanglewood on August 31. No moss grows under this man’s feet.

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A Cape Cod Notebook
4:41 pm
Tue August 19, 2014

Foxes and Turkeys and Humans: A Story of Neighbors

Credit davejdoe / flickr

It is getting a bit ridiculous, you know. Not that long ago, it was somewhat exotic to see foxes and turkeys around our house. No more. One day earlier this summer, as I was walking out to the garden, I turned the corner of the house, and there – less than 15 feet away – was an adult turkey standing beneath our bird feeder. She was obviously gleaning the seeds that had fallen onto the ground. On seeing me she moved away – “”raced” or “fled” would be too strong a word.

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Cape Cod Notebook
7:46 am
Tue August 12, 2014

173-year-old Whale Ship Embodies a Modern Ideal: Powered Entirely by Renewable Energy

Sails and rigging of the Charles W. Morgan.
Credit Brian Morris / WCAI

As we rode before the wind, silent and serene, the Morgan took on the aspects of a complex and sometimes contradictory embodiment of how we use our historical imagination. 19th century whaling ships literally gave New England, and by extension America, a global presence. As one staff member put it, “The ships didn’t follow the flag, the flag followed the ships.

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A Cape Cod Notebook
7:58 am
Tue August 5, 2014

Sailing Aboard the Charles W. Morgan Offers Lessons in Silence and Renewal

The whaleship Charles W. Morgan under sail in 1920.
Credit Mystic Seaport

The Many Ways of Looking at a Whaling Ship, Part 1, by Robert Finch

How many meanings can one vessel hold? If that vessel is the last remaining wooden whaling ship in existence, the answer is, more than first meets the eye. From the end of MacMillan wharf, a half-mile beyond the harbor breakwater, the Morgan appeared as an apparition, a vision from the a previous century: Because of insufficient water depth in the harbor, she was not able to tie up at the wharf, so that for most people the ship could only be seen from a distance, a symbol of the unreachableness of the past

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Cape Cod Notebook
5:41 pm
Tue July 22, 2014

Booms, Cracks, and Claps: Listening to the Language of Thunder

Credit joefutrelle / flickr

One night last week a dramatic summer thunderstorm passed over the Outer Cape. It wasn’t a violent storm – not like the giant one that spawned tornados and ravaged the western part of the state several summers ago, but even an “ordinary thunderstorm” – if I can use that phrase – is fascinating.

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Cape Cod Notebook
5:43 pm
Tue July 15, 2014

A Freshwater Swimmer, Surrounded by Ocean

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For one who’s lived within a few miles of the bay and ocean beaches for more than forty years, I’ve spent very little time swimming in salt water. Given the choice, I will almost always opt to go into a freshwater pond.

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Cape Cod Notebook
8:40 am
Tue July 8, 2014

Not Your Everyday Encounter: Meeting a Coyote Among the Wild Blueberries

Credit Renée Johnson / flickr

This is the peak week for wild blueberries on our part of the Cape. So after lunch my dog Sam and I head to the open, bearberry-and –crowberry-covered hills of Bound Brook Island Once we emerge from the woods and out onto the open ridge overlooking Cape Cod Bay, thick blueberries line both sides of the path. There seem to be three distinct types of berries here: one is a true low-bush variety that hugs the ground. It has small light green leaves about 1 inch long, with finely serrated edges and produces large, dusty-blue fruit, averaging a quarter inch or more in diameter.

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A Cape Cod Notebook
2:34 pm
Tue July 1, 2014

Life's Drama Played Out in a Sink Bowl

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One evening, as I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom sink, I noticed a small spider in the bowl.  It was dark-purplish in color, with an extended abdomen ending in a dark-orange tip. It appeared to be one of those “jumping spiders” I have seen from time to time in our house. Jumping spiders, as their name suggests, leap on their prey rather than catching them in webs, but they attach a silk thread before they jump so that they can haul themselves back in if they miss.

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A Cape Cod Notebook
1:58 pm
Tue June 24, 2014

Finding that Vacation Rhythm is a Matter of Time

Credit pleasantpointinn / flickr

Last June, for my birthday, Kathy and I spent a week in an old cottage on a Maine lake. As Maine lakes go, this one was neither particularly large nor remote. It was about the size of the Cape’s largest ponds and only 20 minutes from Portland.

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A Cape Cod Notebook
3:11 pm
Tue June 17, 2014

June Brings Many Ritual Returns to the Beach

Credit Laurel Wilkerson / USFWS / flickr

Earlier this week, coming back from the Registry of Motor Vehicles, I stopped at Gray’s Beach in Yarmouthport and walked out the long, straight, wooden weathered boardwalk that struts its way several hundred feet directly out onto the salt marsh. The beach itself is punctuated with “memorial benches,” which seem to have flourished since I was last here. There are at least a half-dozen now, so that one is always sitting on someone’s memory.

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