On Cuttyhunk in the winter, people are thin on the ground. The Captain of the Seahorse told me of the February day when he come to the island with two friends.
And doubled the island’s population…
Come summertime, hundreds of people are living in the houses here. Many more will visit, for the day, or a week or two.
Here’s a dozen of snapshots that contain instants of summer Cuttyhunk.
Arriving also means leaving.
Separation and return.
Separation and return could be called the “tides” of relationships.
May the tide return us, some fine day, to Cuttyhunk.