It’s springtime and the air on Martha’s Vineyard is filled with prospects of renewal, growth, and the abundance of change.
By Mark Jenkins
What’s the most unusual thing you’ve ever seen out your window?
By Kate Feiffer
Just yesterday I was thinking, Gee, it’s January: January, February, March, April, May, the Vineyard.
By Mike Wallace
Once you told me long ago, To the prom with me you’d go; Now you’ve changed your mind it seems Someone else will hold my dreams....
By Brooks Robards
There’s no better way to turn your boat into a Chia Pet than to use the wrong antifouling bottom paint.
By Geoff Currier
“‘The shore is my source,’ says Rose Treat. ‘If an artist runs out of green, he runs to the store to buy green paint. If I run out of something I have to go to the beach.’”
By Christine Schultz
One of the few things my father and I held in common was the place where our passions intersected – the water.
By Geoff Currier
The Frank E. Gannett was the first true ferry ever to serve Martha’s Vineyard.
It’s summer and Thomas Bena of Chilmark is thinking about two things: movies and money. He thinks about movies all the time since he started the Martha’s Vineyard Independent Film Festival. As for the money, he thinks about where he might find a quantity of it to fund the festival next year, its fifth. He’s not going the easy, usual, high-season fund-raising route.
By Niki Patton
It's a remarkable house sitting in just the right place looking out over the perfect view. And it seems like it's always been there, but it hasn't. Sixty-five years ago it stood on Stonewall Beach at Squibnocket, maybe a hundred feet from lapping waves. That's almost unthinkable now, with what we know about storms, hurricanes and erosion. It's illegal, as a matter of fact.
By Niki Patton
The hidden world of underwater sound is now available to anyone with an Internet connection, thanks to the Watkins Marine Mammal Sound Database presented by Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution.
By Sara Brown
For pure pulse-racing, adrenaline-surging angling mayhem, the narrow channel known as The Gut has no equal when false albacore or “Little Tunny” invade in late summer and early autumn.
By Kib Bramhall
