I Love People

 

How wonderful to see the human face again. One thing I know for sure: people need people.

Mr. Tom Kent. "Want to go for a boat ride?" "Where to?" "Oak Bluffs." Next time, please, but let's just make it a tour of the harbor?
Getting ready to do some magnet fishing. Never heard of it. The next big thing?
Owen and his scup.
Robin, Lulu, Sophia, and Mike. I photographed Robin and Mike ten years ago when their dog, Truman, was their only child. 
Debbie and Louisa, fresh from their show at Old Sculpin.
"Hi, beautiful people. Are you husband and wife?" (nervous giggles) "No, girlfriend and boyfriend." Oops, I always manage to say the wrong thing.
Love these juvenile bicycle marauders. 
Go big or go home. Why have one tattoo when you've got an entire body to cover, as Caitlyn is well on her way to do. Impressive.

Timeless Yet Different

I'm still on a bit of a gray/black and white jag, inspired by my mother's poem, I guess, and egged on by the fact that her birthday was a couple of days ago (November 18).

More from one of my favorite haunts, the Reading Room (locals have been wondering for years, whatever do they read in that place?), also including one of my favorite Edgartonians, Steve Ewing; these from a recent gray and drizzly November day.

I think I gravitate to the harbor because it links me to the days of yore - the days of whale ships and sea commerce. There's something somewhat timeless about these harbor scenes, I believe. Timeless, yet a different configuration of boats, people, activities, and sky and sea conditions is to be found every time I venture down there, giving Edgartown Harbor - seemingly bleak to the casual or one-time observer at this time of year, I am sure - a particular dynamism and life.