Island Light: Perfect Days
Nothing could be finer than an ice cream cone on Edgartown harbor.
Nothing could be finer than an ice cream cone on Edgartown harbor.
Crewing into Katama Bay.
Crewing into Katama Bay.
Architectural variety.
Architectural variety.
Five Corners tourists.
Five Corners tourists.
Oystercatcher in the wrack line of the Lagoon.
Oystercatcher in the wrack line of the Lagoon.
Shipyard sheds emptied of their winter guests.
Shipyard sheds emptied of their winter guests.
Priester's Pond.
Priester's Pond.
Seth's Pond.
Seth's Pond.
Haying in West Tisbury.
Haying in West Tisbury.
Ferns along a wetland trail.
Ferns along a wetland trail.
Night rain.
Night rain.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
So wrote the poet James Russell Lowell. And it's true, particularly on the Vineyard, when the peonies are in their prime and the scent of rosa rugosa is on the breeze.