Island Light: Middle Moments
Trinity Church.
Trinity Church.
At the Black Dog.
At the Black Dog.
Boatyard in Vineyard Haven.
Boatyard in Vineyard Haven.
Jetty time.
Jetty time.
At the ready.
At the ready.
Signals crossed.
Signals crossed.
Big moon.
Big moon.
In bloom.
In bloom.
Katama in the afternoon.
Katama in the afternoon.
Freighted.
Freighted.
On Tashmoo.
On Tashmoo.
Wheels up.
Wheels up.
Oak Bluffs marque.
Oak Bluffs marque.
On the hunt,
On the hunt,
Back home.
Back home.
The middle of August. The midway at the Agricultural Fair. A midmorning stroll. Mid-snooze, mid-meal, a middling amount of energy left in the tank.
The middle child, the middle innings, Middlemarch, the middle of the muddle or the muddle of the middle.
It doesn’t really matter how you look at it — half full, half empty, halfway home or halfway to Memphis — the middle of things can be a glorious place to be.