Fall Festivities
Here, fishy fishy. The Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass & Bluefish Derby has been a staple for fishing fanatics for more than sixty-five years.
Unwinding With Richard North Patterson
Novelist Richard North Patterson spends most of the year researching and writing, then enjoys his well-earned summers relaxing on Martha’s Vineyard.
The Art of Fishing
Photographer and fisherman Ben McCormick turns his lens on a surreal watery world.
Fifty-Five Miles by Kayak
Circumnavigating Martha’s Vineyard in a day.
Martha’s Vineyard Fashion Week
It’s a seven-day whirlwind of fashion shows, shopping events, art, and film embodying Vineyard vogue with a city-inspired élan.
Hard-Won Reward
To harvest beach plums, jelly makersScour endless Island acres;When the picker is the eater,Beach plum jelly’s all the sweeter.
A Chicken’s-Eye View of the World
For the love of food and the fear of the bogeyman.
Fun With the Family
With the kids back in school, it can be hard to fit family time in between homework assignments and extracurriculars
From the Editor
September and October are no longer among the Island’s best-kept secrets. Early autumn on Martha’s Vineyard is a less crowded, less humid, less hectic version of summer, with bright sunny days topped off by cool, comfortable evenings.
The Next Wave
An up-and-coming generation shares an active commitment to the Vineyard community and a passion for their work.
The Day Menemsha Disappeared
In the Northeast, it is considered the great storm of the twentieth century, a hurricane that came crashing up the Eastern Seaboard without warning on September 21, 1938.
Gone to the Dogs
They’re cruising in cars, splashing in surf, strolling up Circuit Avenue, and napping in the narcissus. Dogs are everywhere on Martha’s Vineyard – from the ubiquitous black Labs to the pedigreed Pomeranians and Rhodesian ridgebacks.
The Mad Potter
Inspired by Irish folklore and Vineyard muses, Bill O’Callaghan crafts a creative life.
The Workshop Gallery
Gone Fishin’
Someone knew somebody with a boat, and fishing gear wasn’t a problem: In every home on the Vineyard, there’s a closet by the stairs that smells of wet dog and holds tackle, boots, and old copies of The New Yorker.
