Once again, the camera helps the eye.
Heading out of Woods Hole early the other morning, I spent the first ten minutes of the trip out on deck, enjoying the strong, low-angle light.
The Elizabeths were bathed in the sun’s early rays. Water moved steadily through the Woods Hole Channels.
A seagull on pilings sat.
The air was still enough, the temperature low enough, that when the bird cried out at a passing fellow gull, you could see its breath condensing in the air, wreathing the animal’s head in misty gyres. I waited and waited, hoping for a repeat performance, but the repeat did not come.
Even without cry-created swirls of vapor, it was still a handsome creature.
In the distance, the Vineyard.
My favorite tree silhouettes limn their little ridge.
To the north of the grove, the old house and adjoining field are there, waiting the warm weather. A line of snow, drift-born and sun-sheltered, lingers along the stone wall. The snow adds a nice contrasting white line into the landscape.
When we last saw this housetop, workers were repairing roofing, and perhaps chimney flashing. My view this morning, from a different angle than previous photos, shows something I hadn’t noticed before.
The house has two chimneys, which are right next to each other.
That’s a configuration you don’t often see.
If I’m on Naushon again next spring, I’ll try to remember to ask why the place is chimneyed like that.