Scenes from Martha's Vineyard, January 2022
Ray Ewing
Mark Alan Lovewell
Lucy Vincent Beach.
Albert O. Fischer
Ice marks the high tide line.
Larry Glick
Dusting of snow on Camp Ground porch.
Tim Johnson
When temperatures plummet, hardy souls strap on the ice skates.
Mark Alan Lovewell
Purple sandpipers.
Lanny McDowell
Counting the days until spring.
Albert O. Fischer
Sunset over Menemsha.
Larry Glick
Black Dog wharf in winter.
Tim Johnson
Sengie shoreline frozen over.
Mark Alan Lovewell
Sun attempts to break through clouds at Katama.
Ray Ewing
View of Chilmark's south shore from above.
Tim DeWitt
Fog has descended on the Vineyard this January.
Albert O. Fischer
Toad Rock in Aquinnah. According to Wampanoag folklore, the toad was a companion of the giant Moshup, and turned into stone when that deity left the Island.
Mark Alan Lovewell
Toad Rock in Aquinnah. According to Wampanoag folklore, the toad was a companion of the giant Moshup, and turned into stone when that deity left the Island.
Mark Alan Lovewell
Snow flurries down at South Beach. Lots of build up, but little accumulation.
Ray Ewing
Little library lending box on Tashmoo landing offers opportunities to escape winter through reading.
Tim Johnson
Little library lending box on Tashmoo landing offers opportunities to escape winter through reading.
Tim Johnson
Peregrine falcon observes the comings and goings from his downtown Edgartown perch.
Lanny McDowell
Menemsha window looks out on working fishing village.
Albert O. Fischer
Swan paddles in the calm at the Head of the Lagoon.
Mark Alan Lovewell
A winter walk on South Beach to greet the new year.
Ray Ewing
Little snow remains at Edgartown Great Pond.
Tim Johnson
It is these concerns of the day that turn us to poets and philosophers to define the importance of the coming of any new year: Housman reflected on the "beauty of the death-struck year." Emerson told us the "years teach what the days never know." In the 19th century Charles Lamb wrote: "No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference." And Tennyson took special note of the new year when he was poet laureate of England in 1850: "Ring out the old, ring in the new; Ring, happy bells, across the snow; The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true."
