In the last post we looked at views of Menemsha.
The pictures were in someways superficial.
Everybody loves a fishing village, and boats, and a man and his dog, and of course the sunset. What’s not to like about the luminous intensity of the sunset?
Menemsha is a place with visual and personal depth. The more you look, and the more closely you look, the more you can see. Below the shack in the photo above, a crate floats in the water of the outgoing tide.
The surface of the water is smooth, unbroken by wind or wave. Under the surface we see seaweeds and algae covering the rocks and pilings. The surface reflects.
What is making that pattern on the surface?
The patterns are reflections of the shingled wall above…
In the busy channel to Vineyard Sound, a man and his dog set to sea.
Age and time have worn away and grown in this old shack.
Spikes attempt to discourage seagulls from loitering on this piling top.
Here’s a fine wheelbarrow.
A sign worn by decades. Weather and sun have eroded the paint to where you can see the brush strokes that went into the formation of each letter.
Some details are ephemeral, gone in an instant.
In an upstairs gable window, a light and a fan.
Time to head over to the jetty, and to take in the sunset…
We’ll come back with that another time.