As we sat in the control tower, Michelle Meyers, the tower manager of the Martha’s Vineyard Airport, glanced out at the horizon and said, “All right, see this plane coming in?”

Geoff Currier

When you walk out to our backyard, the first thing you’ll notice is that CDs are hanging from the branches of many of our bushes. It’s not because we want our forsythias to look like gypsies; it’s to scare away the damn deer.

Geoff Currier

This winter, when you’re cozied up to the wood stove, know that there is a group of hardy souls out at Squibnocket screaming around the pond at speeds that would get you pulled over on 495.

Geoff Currier

You’re on the south shore, suited up in Neoprene waders with a watertight top and a fisherman’s life jacket.

Tom Dunlop

There’s no easy answer to the question, how do you paint a landscape?

Geoff Currier

Sixth grader Jake LaPierre of Vineyard Haven looked forward to his fifth trout-fishing tournament, sponsored by the Martha’s Vineyard Rod and Gun Club and held May 7 at Duarte’s Pond in West Tisbury. The magazine gave Jake a disposable camera and asked him to create his own photographic album of the day. Undaunted by the gale that afflicted the tournament, Jake shot a role of film in the darkness of the tent, and when the deluge let up a bit, at the pond’s edge. His favorite shot: “A kid and his family, fishing, even though it’s raining.

Tom Dresser

There’s a soccer league of nations at play on the fields of the Vineyard.

Jim Kaplan

In the movie Quackster Fortune Has a Cousin in the Bronx, Gene Wilder plays a fellow who earns his living going down the streets scooping up horse droppings, then selling them for fertilizer. He becomes one of the most beloved men in Dublin.

Geoff Currier