Scenes From Martha's Vineyard: September 2023
Grazing on a September afternoon.
Albert O. Fischer
Jeanna Shepard
Last swim of the season at Inkwell.
L.A. Brown
Setting sun through a Menemsha fishing boat.
Larry Glick
Hummingbirds remain on Vineyard prior to their seasonal migration.
Lanny McDowell
Autumn colors the shoreline at Slough Cove.
Ray Ewing
Harvest moon rises over the Island Home.
Tim Johnson
Surfers took advantage of big waves across the Island.
Larry Glick
Happy fall!
Jeanna Shepard
Albert O. Fischer
Busy intersection on Chappy.
Ray Ewing
A sure sign that October is just around the corner at Katama Farm.
Tim Johnson
Calm before the storm.
Max Skjöldebrand
Moffett Race.
Louisa Gould
Golden hour on the morning ferry run.
Jeanna Shepard
Albert O. Fischer
Tim Johnson
Island shaped cloud greets the rising sun.
Rob Shepardson
Chess tables have been popular attraction on Oak Bluffs harbor.
Jeanna Shepard
Picking flowers at Tea Lane Farm.
Larry Glick
Patiently waiting for a trip to the beach.
Albert O. Fischer
Chilmark brickworks chimney is reminder of old Island production.
Ray Ewing
The wonder of the Flying Horses shows in Hazel Kotsopoulos's eyes.
Mark Kotsopoulos
Off the coast of Aquinnah under foggy conditions.
Wayne Smith
September quietude encourages a stroll along Tea Lane.
Tim Johnson
Bobolinks.
Lanny McDowell
Grazing with a view in Chilmark.
Albert O. Fischer
Garden bursts with color at Oak House in Oak Bluffs.
Jeanna Shepard
Rose mallows bloom on the shore of coastal ponds.
L.A. Brown
Beating the heat on Inkwell Beach.
Ray Ewing
Finding a sandbar for two in Menemsha Pond.
Larry Glick
Spendid isolation at Waskosim's Rock Reservation.
Thomas Humphrey
When the sun sets, we dance at Tashmoo.
Tim Johnson
Acorns fall from oak trees, plinking off the roofs of houses and sheds, plunking onto dry ground and crunching underfoot during hikes. Flocks of swallows fly to winter homes, making their way south with other September air travelers. Cicadas hum and strum in the evening air, laced with wisps of fog. Waves lap at a broad, sandy shoreline nourished by the tides of summer, gently urging Islanders to store up swims like a squirrel stores nuts for winter.
