We once had a more personal relationship with our food. It came from our gardens or from a farm on the other side of town or a butcher shop or bakery whose owners we’d known for years.

One of the great things about farmer’s markets today is that they connect us again with the sources of our food.

Geoff Currier

Joseph A. Sylvia State Beach – the most public of the Island’s sea-and-sand boxes – is a two-mile-long smile on the face of Martha’s Vineyard.

Jim Miller

There’s a quiet revolution gaining momentum on ten wooded acres in Aquinnah. It’s a place where children and adults convene to learn about the natural world – without cell phones and laptops, armed only with their senses – a place where dirty fingernails and muddied feet are the norm.

Karla Araujo

Except for the bridge on State Road over Hariph’s Creek, Stonewall is all that ties Aquinnah and outer Chilmark to the main part of the Island. Roughly a third of a mile long, the berm of Stonewall forms the bottom of a vast, varied, and productive estuary: Menemsha Creek, Menemsha Pond, Nashaquitsa, Hariph’s Creek, and finally, an aquatic cul de sac, Stonewall Pond – named for the barrier of stones that bounds its southern rim.

Matt Pelikan

What makes a pond great? How does a pond earn such a coveted superlative? How does one recognize greatness? An oyster, an oystercatcher, and an oysterman would probably all agree on the greatness of a particular pond, and I think we all know “great” when we see it. An expanse of blue water teeming with fish and fowl certainly qualifies, while the algae-covered tarn across from the 7-11 in my hometown is clearly a little sketchy. But how does one separate great from pretty good?

Jim Miller