Inspecting house and yard, outdoors, We make a list of urgent chores And wonder: Should we call the painter, Or let our home grow even quainter?
By D.A.W.
How do you tell a chair you love it?
By Heather Hamacek
Betty Byrne flaunts lapels as wide as a broadsheet while pitching in to help Vineyard Gazetteco-owner Betty Hough (middle) and town columnist/social events writer Florence “Bunny” Brown (back) assemble the weekly paper. No word on where they got their similar shirtdresses, but sources tell us a McCall’s pattern was likely involved.
Name: Savannah Hooe Occupation: Seaman apprentice, Coast Guard Station Menemsha A day on the Job: Boat checks and inspections, standing watch (manning theradios), training. “You see some pretty cool things literally every time you go out.You learn something new every time. You never know.” Favorite part of the job? “Knowing people can depend on you to help themin need.”
The tide was just starting to flow east when Stuart Hunter and I skidded my nine-foot tin boat down the cliff at Pilots Landing and rowed toward Wash Rock, where terns were working over breaking bass. We dropped anchor up-current, the hook held and we were in business, casting metal into the action from our miniature craft.
By Kib Bramhall
The off-season may be quiet on the Cape and Islands, but it is a busy time for the area’s gray seals.
By Sara Brown
Up-Island and down this past winter there were houses on stilts. Most notable, perhaps, was the beginning of work restoring the Old Parsonage in West Tisbury. That home dates back to 1668 and is generally considered to be the second oldest residence on the Island, which makes it one of the oldest structures in the country.
By Paul Schneider
Ceramic artist Leslie Freeman is always on the go – and that’s just the way she likes it.
Alexandra Coutts new young adult novel and Susan Branch's new book.
It’s a strange twist of fate that oysters, often described as nature’s aphrodisiacs, are such funny-looking things.
Simon Hickman’s massive and fantastical sculptures start as dead wood yearning to be free.
By Geoff Currier
