You reap what you sow, but not what you sew – which may explain what happened to Andrew Woodruff’s shirt in this classic portrait of classic farmer style at Whippoorwill Farm.
If all goes well, local biologists will soon be growing gold in local waters. Scientists with the Martha’s Vineyard Shellfish Group and the Marine Biological Laboratory (MBL) have been breeding golden mussels, a unique-hued version of the common mussel that they hope will boost the Island’s nascent farmed mussel industry.
By Sara Brown
When I arrived at the beach on November 3, 1979 this message was scratched into the dirt of the parking lot: LUCIANO WAS HERE, 22, 28, 36.
By Kib Bramhall
On a seemingly food-obsessed Island, is it any surprise that there are more winter cooking classes than you can shake a frozen fish stick at?
In honor of the seventieth Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby, we sent fishing legend Janet Messineo out trolling for fish tales. Then, in honor of the fortieth anniversary of Jaws, we chummed the waters ourselves for a couple of good shark stories. The result? Well, you should have been here that time when, holy crap...you wouldn’t have believed it....
What type of berry is safe to eat but not to plant? The answer isn’t so much a riddle as a home cook’s pro tip and a gardener’s cautionary tale. Autumn olives, small red berries with silver flecks, are abundant on the Island – too abundant, in fact. The native Asian shrubs and trees, introduced to the U.S. in the 1800s to line roadways and prevent erosion, today pose a significant threat to native foliage.
For jewelry designer and sculptor Gogo Ferguson, inspiration is only a few sandy footsteps away.
By Alexandra Bullen Coutts
Do New England’s top lumberjacks really live in West Tisbury?
By Geoff Currier
Islanders will flood out of their homes on September 13 and largely disappear until October 17.
By Charlie Nadler
Single earring? Check. Chunky cross chain? Check. Backwards cap, Reebok sneakers, and grungy mullet? Check, check, and most definitely check.
Fisher-people prop their polesIn sturdy holders, sunk in holes,Which leaves their fingers somewhat freerTo wrestle with their cans of beer.
By D.A.W.
