The clock, for obvious reasons, will be turned off for the duration, and its lovely bell - my sonorous hourly companion and time-keeper - will remain silent.
First, up goes the scaffolding.
This is no time to be waving to photographers - hold on with two hands up there!
Dizzying to watch.
Hanging ten, high above Edgartown.
My new view from the next block over.
The spires.
Marine grade plywood - rotten through; there's a lot of weather aloft, apparently.
Stairway to heaven.
John Anderson, chief renovator, takes charge of the lowering of the the tower parts.
Here it comes.
The lower sections of the spires. I assume Mr. Anderson will be replicating all of the tower parts in his shop, to be installed after the tower has been repaired, renovated, and re-painted.
Spireless.
"Does anybody really know what time it is?"
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