Commentary
Thomas Bena’s Stillpoint project has been on my mind a lot.
Spring, of course, arrived last week. In West Tisbury, daffodils heralded it by blooming in Ann Burt’s yard.
Forty years ago — that went fast! — I was well into my first year as a reporter on the Gazette.
Down in the lower woodlot, the woodcutter / whirls his chainsaw through the wreckage of of fallen logs scattered like pick-up sticks.
It is clear that the Island is losing the fabric of its community at a mind-boggling rate because of the lack of affordable housing here.
Is it historic or just old? The answer isn’t always so clear when it comes to houses and other buildings on the Vineyard.
It was some years ago now, in 2012 after the outbreak of war in Syria, that a friend and I were in Gaziantep and Sanliurfa, Turkey.
At the head of Vineyard Haven harbor, Gannon & Benjamin Marine Railway is still building wooden boats.
Wasque, that windswept, wild corner of Chappaquiddick, is a land of change.
Recently I discovered something that doesn't wane: romantic crushes.
Who am I to sit in idle gluttony, to eat of a bounty towards which I put no toil?
Coyote have been on and off the Island for the past few decades, generally leaving only footprints and taking only craps.