Welcome. Edgartown News was born from the simple fact that I have ink and Dektol in my veins and I need to write and photograph more than I need air or food, and from my love for this little town where I grew up and raised my family, the town I have left a few times but can't quite shake for good. Here you will find the wanderings and musings, photographs and commentary; the people, places, and happenings - past and present - of a small island town: my home town.
Showing posts with label Herring Creek Farm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Herring Creek Farm. Show all posts
The late afternoon light at Herring Creek Farm is always a good bet. One of the Highland cattle in particular was very friendly and came up close for a good sniff of me. At least the animals are safe to be near.
A drive up-island with Becky yesterday afternoon yielded these gems (enhanced, of course, by the company of my dear friend as well as a spontaneous visit around the woodstove at Fran's house).
January woods
All that remains of the original Herring Creek Farm barn and out-buildings
Edgartown's Great Plains
Last year's sunflowers - tired and bent, but full of life; bearing seeds for next year's crop.
Menemsha shack, destined to be inherited by bittersweet vines
It's still Christmas until at least Epiphany, maybe longer in this outpost
Sunset reflection
Reds and blues stand out amidst the gray and white, with the red-white-and-blue flying nearby