Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day – I softly sing. —James Weldon Johnson
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  • Edgartown's Whaling Church, looking grand in the afternoon sun.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Crow takes a lunch break at the Lagoon Pond boat landing.
    Timothy Johnson
  • On a flat calm Lagoon on a bright sunny day.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Not much wake, more like off-season napping, at Tashmoo.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Turning around from the sunset at Chilmark Pond.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Never ending waves at an overcast, rough Squibnocket.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Lobsterville Beach is like a big kids' sandbox this winter.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Gay Head Cliffs retain their color even on a cloudy, rainy day.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Beautifully colored sun reveals itself like a painting over an empty beach.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Ripple in still water. When there is no pebble tossed. Nor wind to blow.
    Timothy Johnson
  • All the colors of an artist's palette over Tisbury Great Pond.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Self portrait by the photographer at East Chop Light.
    Timothy Johnson