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I had a half-mile walk across Woods Hole the other day, from a friend’s house to the ferry. The walk was slow, and was mainly devoted to looking at stone […]
I had a half-mile walk across Woods Hole the other day, from a friend’s house to the ferry. The walk was slow, and was mainly devoted to looking at stone […]
Sometimes summer on Martha’s Vineyard is an overwhelming time. Too much of everything. Too much of everything means not everything gets done, too. That’s my excuse for no tompostpile posts […]
Each month of the year, the Nonamessett house has a different feel, a different personality. To see this house from the ferry you have to be ready. There’s only a […]
In the predawn dark I found the camera, set the exposure to fifteen seconds, and started taking pictures. The only available light came from a nightlight and from lights on […]
Not exactly insomnia, it wasn’t. But the eyes came open in the predawn hours, and would not. shut again. Might as well use the facilities and get something to drink […]
We took a ritual trip to the West this afternoon. Not to California or any such place, but to Menemsha, which guidebooks and the like are fond of characterizing as […]
Behind. I’m behind. In the humidity of coastal New England, temperatures in the 80’s that would not faze a person elsewhere can make an Islander swoon. If we don’t swoon […]
Through the digital miracle of stored “yes and no”, we return to California. We return to our first stop, an Edenic Ranchette in Prunedale. It’s so Edenic that hawks come […]
Now that the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye, the Iowa Girl wants to come get her portrait taken. She’ll look amazing in the maize patch. Right now, […]
Bridges. So many bridges. Some bridges are iconic, totemic even. Think of San Francisco, and its miles of spans. Some bridges are major engineering marvels. Bridges. Links. […]