These photos emerged during the time of the Covid-19 pandemic, when one had to be stealthful moving about Cape Cod, avoiding people, allowing for a deeper relationship with nature. Fear was palpable and realistic as the casualties of Covid -19 mounted. With growing uncertainty and change, these places of solitude seemed to understand and offer a soft embrace. Trees sculpted into magnificent shapes by the changing harsh weather, hauntingly beautiful, provided a sense of community. Pier pilings that seemed to remain as monuments of resistance to the tides, reflected solitude and tensile strength. Sand dunes reshaped by wind and storm juxtaposed along an ocean filled with power. Toward the end of this photographic journey, my own body was ravaged by Covid, and, like these trees, pilings, and ocean, I have come to take on the shape of survival.