Family Conference

I walked down to the town wharf this evening and was delighted to find my first-born son among the fisher-people, in the midst of landing a small rock bass (not a keeper, but fun and attention-worthy nonetheless).

On my way back home. I always enjoy the juxtaposition of my church (St. Elizabeth's, above) and (below) my grandmother's church (directly across the street, formerly Edgartown Methodist church, now a performance center).