One evening not long ago I discovered that my phone can take time-lapse movies. Now, I’m sure everyone with the ubiquitous phone that we all apparently can’t live without has known about this feature for a long time. But I don’t take a lot of photographs, so it was new to me. I happened to be out watching the sun go down over the water at the time, so I propped the phone on a nearby stone and set it to record the final moments of a hot summer day and the arrival of night.
By Paul Schneider
Kate Fournier, the one-woman workforce behind Noepe Design, launched her company this past spring. Mere months later, her products are in high demand.
By Nicole Grace Mercier
“Native Americans have always gamed, and we gamed for high stakes. Sometimes whole villages changed hands because of gambling.”
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
Seventy years ago this August, V-J Day set up a string of events that led me to the Vineyard and altered my life forever. When victory was announced, my mother made plans to visit her parents, who were vacationing at the Harborside Inn in Edgartown, and we set out the next day, taking the Cape Codder train from Grand Central Station in New York to Woods Hole, where we would board the Vineyard ferry.
By Kib Bramhall
Lickety-split renovations are a specialty of sorts for Mark Snider.
By Phyllis Meras
Hot tempura! Ice cream cones!Smoked ribs that melt right off the bones!Your stomach’s not an endless crater ...No wonder you falafel later!
By D.A.W.
Lucy Mitchell’s love of books takes her new work beyond words.
By Nancy Tutko
