Sailors, pilots, and farmers don’t like when temperature fluctuations between air and water, or air and land, bring fog into their daily lives. Artists, on the other hand, appreciate its otherworldliness.

Peter Brannen

Wind’s Up! is celebrating its fiftieth anniversary.

Jim Miller

My first memories of Edgartown swirl around the Chappaquiddick ferry. I remember seeing the original On Time from the arms of my father – he was wearing an Irish sweater – as we stood by the town-side ramp on what must have been a cloudy and cold early afternoon in June, not long after my mom, dad, and I arrived for the summer of 1965.

Tom Dunlop

Jack and Sue Blake of Edgartown’s Sweet Neck Farm grow oysters on and below a raft on Katama Bay.

Tom Dunlop

If you think fishing for blues and stripers from a kayak might be a little outside your comfort zone, consider this: Kayaks were originally invented by the Inuit for hunting and fishing, and their prey often included whales. Just to put things in perspective.

Jim Feiner of Chilmark is one of the people you see when you go to Squibnocket at sunset and look out at the rocks beyond the surf and say, “Hey, look at that guy out there in the kayak.” He’s been kayak-fishing around the Island for about ten years.

Geoff Currier

The Norton Point inlet seems to have an inherently contrary nature. People want it open when it’s not, and they want it closed when it’s open. But when they try to take matters into their own hands, nature has won every time but one.

Tom Dunlop

Since the Patriots Day storm of 2007, the breakthrough at Norton Point beach has caused powerful currents to surge through Edgartown harbor, and substantial erosion along Chappy’s south shore. This feat of nature has happened before and will surely happen again – perhaps more dramatically.

Tom Dunlop

On Tuesday, after reeling in my first fish ever, I lifted up the big bluefish and turned around to see my friends Tom and Mike with their iPhone cameras perched over wide smiles. They were as exhilarated as I was. Perhaps this is what happens when you combine two guys who have a bunch of Derby pins and plaques with their pitiful friend who’s fished the Derby the last three years without a single catch.

Nicki Miller

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