Down at the Docks

In the evening I like to ride my bike through town and down to the docks. I find the salt air and the locals and the fishermen - and the stories they tell - to be a welcome relief from the day's news and the confinement of my four walls and my own mind. What I found tonight was a serious case of derby fever, though I am told it's not the same derby without the bass. Seems that many things are not the same at the moment. The Tigress, colorful sail furled, and put to bed for the night. 
Janet Messineo, Island fisherwoman of legend. 
The ubiquitous Dennie Jackson, showing off his Katama University tee-shirt. 
What's in the bucket? Butterfish. Serious fishermen catch their own bait. 

Twilight, December 28

Slow Sunday

Somehow, I never tire of photographing this old friend.

Random

A short walk on Monday yielded these results:



South Water Street. The pagoda tree- Edgartown's Giant Pagoda - on the right, was brought to Edgartown from China in 1812 as a seedling by a Captain Thomas Milton. This tree enjoys a degree of fame; one of its offspring graces the Edgartown Public Library's front lawn on North Water Street.







A sure sign of spring are these mooring markers, ready and waiting to be set out into the harbor.






A rare sight: looking at the sky through the ceiling of Edgartown's Memorial Wharf, the top-side of which is under re-construction.
 The corner of Cooke and School Streets; the Achelis house.