Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. —Alfred Lord Tennyson
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  • Chilmark library is cozy and welcoming on a dreary December day.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Starfish give end of the year dazzle to Menemsha waterfront.
    Timothy Johnson
  • West Tisbury town hall is lit up as days begin to grow longer.
    Timothy Johnson
  • A monument to farming days past and present in West Tisbury.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Pulling moorings marks the end of another year in Edgartown harbor.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Conch pots line Memorial Wharf as the season closes.
    Timothy Johnson
  • A gray day in December, yet Lucy Vincent's beauty shines through.
    Timothy Johnson
  • The endless churn and pull of waves on Chilmark's south shore.
    Timothy Johnson
  • The long view down Moshup Trail in Aquinnah.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Overlooking the Vanderhoop Homestead toward the Gay Head Light.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Wave wash at Squibnocket in Chilmark.
    Timothy Johnson
  • Clouds finally break and blue skies appear over Island Home in Vineyard Haven.
    Timothy Johnson

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