First Swim

Summer Solstice Baptism.

Solstice

First day of summer - the daylilies are blooming.

Good Morning

From Joseph A. Sylvia State Beach.

Homeward Bound

Truly and profoundly, home.

(Woods Hole, looking towards Buzzards Bay from the freight vessel Governor, via Instagram)

Monday Morning Light

A crystalline June morning. I love a Monday morning in Edgartown: the quiet after the storm. This is my neighbor's fence, as seen from my bathroom window - not such a bad view while brushing one's teeth.

He's a Poet and He Knows It

Steve Ewing is one of my favorite Edgartonians. Steve and I go way back, to the days when he and his three brothers lived across the street and up the block in what was formerly the Emmulous Elliot house; the days when the Ewing boys, the Nevin kids, and I reigned terror upon the Main Street/Pease's Point Way neighborhood. Steve is a husband, father, friend, story-teller, water man (just for openers), and owns the very successful Aquamarine Dockbuilders, a company that has 600 accounts between Gay Head and Chappaquiddick.

Steve is pictured here at the Reading Room parking lot, Aquamarine's base of operations and Steve's home away from home. In the background is Steve's catboat, the Ocmulgee (as in the river in Georgia).

Steve is also Edgartown's Poet Laureate, a position that carries the responsibility of composing and then reading a poem at our annual town meeting, This link will take you to Steve's poem, To a Shucker.

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.