Lucy Vincent Beach

It was big news on the island on Saturday that the remaining tower from the cliff separation of a few years ago - a rather distinct prominence resembling the profile of a wise old man - had succumbed to last week's wind and waves, and since it was a (rare, lately) beautiful day, Lucy Vincent Beach seemed as good a place as any for a family outing. Just what the doctor ordered.

Tuesday's Travels

The third sunny day in a row - we could get spoiled. In an effort to push myself a bit more, hoping to shed the winter pounds as well as the corona-blahs, I headed up to the Bend in the Road again, for the second time this week. It's about a four mile walk, round trip, and it even got quite warm on the sunny side of the road (the only way to stay away from cyclists who don't announce themselves, nor do they make an attempt to keep any distance, is to walk on the side of the road, facing traffic of course).

The shad bush is blooming - a sure sign that spring will continue to roll on through, world crisis or not, as well as an age-old announcement that the herring are running. 

Family Conference

I walked down to the town wharf this evening and was delighted to find my first-born son among the fisher-people, in the midst of landing a small rock bass (not a keeper, but fun and attention-worthy nonetheless).

On my way back home. I always enjoy the juxtaposition of my church (St. Elizabeth's, above) and (below) my grandmother's church (directly across the street, formerly Edgartown Methodist church, now a performance center). 

Good Shepherd Sunday Edition

Possibly my favorite Sunday of the liturgical year.

"I am the good shepherd, says the Lord;
I know my sheep, and mine know me." - John 10:14
For Good Shepherd Sunday, May 3, 2020

Kite-boarding at Philbin

Feeling a little stir-crazy on Thursday, I headed up-Island in my newly scoured and vacuumed (following hauling two loads of brush and debris to the dump) Grand(ma) Caravan. I even remembered to grab the big gun with the 600mm lens on my way out the door.

First stop: Squibnocket; cold and very windy. Almost too windy to hold the small Lumix.



Then, onward to Gay Head.

Imagine my excitement when I caught a glimpse of these colorful flowers blooming above Philbin Beach. A sight for sore eyes, indeed, especially since I had the big camera and lens with me.

I'll admit that this old surfer lives vicariously through these youngsters - my heroes.