Olio

Olio is a word that turns up every so often in crossword puzzles but is seldom used in conversation (along with a-sea, ague, and orts. Seriously, when was the last time you heard any of these words used in a sentence? "Where has George gone?" "Oh, he's a-sea in his wee boat." Or, "Poor Susie, she's been stricken with ague." Or, how about, "Would someone please sweep up the orts from under the dinner table?")

This post, consisting of photographic gleanings from a quick walk into town this evening, is an olio; a hodgepodge.



Lovebirds Caroline Taylor and Ken Goldberg



Five minutes later I came upon two more love birds, a couple from New York who asked me to take their picture as I walked by. They are engaged to be married.




I am often asked to take pictures of strangers - young couples fumbling with their cell phone cameras, finally yielding to the inevitable, and having no idea of course that their impromptu photographer makes part of her living photographing people.




Nancy Arruda is Edgartown's keeper of the flags, raising and lowering all seven of the town's flags every day. Let's see if I can remember them all: 1. the monument at Pease's Point Way; 2. courthouse; 3. town hall; 4. Memorial Wharf; 5. Whale Park (pictured here); 6 Cannonball Park; 7. American Legion hall.









Uh-oh, looks like trouble, and that starts with T and that rhymes with P and that stands for Geno and Adnan!




The boys, cooking up dastardly schemes, no doubt.