Out walking, we see our breath in the air and appreciate the dance of darkness and light, as the days grow longer and sunset, not starlight, becomes the sky's accompaniment to the drive home from work.
Out walking, we see our breath in the air and appreciate the dance of darkness and light, as the days grow longer and sunset, not starlight, becomes the sky's accompaniment to the drive home from work.
The birdbath froze solid this week, as a spell of something like seasonal weather finally arrived on the Vineyard. Suddenly more than a heavy sweater was necessary for a walk outside.
On Tuesday, the Gazette outdoor columnists talked about their writing process and the outdoor life of the Vineyard.
High school teams rounded into fine form at the halfway point of the winter sports season.
Winter birds are settled in on the Vineyard, and feeders are busier in January as birds look for reliable sources of food in snow and cold temperatures.
Winter weather called out to ice enthusiasts who traveled to Duarte's Pond in West Tisbury over the weekend for pond hockey, ice fishing and dog walking — just like the old days.
Cold though this week has been, it’s not yet time to conclude that the Island is seeing a hard winter in January — certainly the wind has howled, but the trip to Chappaquiddick still requires a ferry ticket, not a sturdy pair of hiking boots.
A group of the Island’s hockey enthusiasts gather at the Martha’s Vineyard Ice Arena to shoot the bull and shoot the puck.
Winter surfing is a tradition on up-Island beaches.
On a walk through the trails on East Chop, we found summer’s palette of greens almost entirely displaced by browns and grays. Our eyes were drawn, hungry for signs of life, to the hardy greens of cedars and to patches of lichens along the path.
Pictures are not only worth a thousand words, they tell the visual story of a year on the Island.
Annual Hanukkah celebrations held by The MV Hebrew Center and Chabad on The Vineyard bring holiday light and cheer to the Island community.
It is once again time for the Christmas Bird Count, the annual check-in by avian admirers to see which way the wind is blowing for our feathered friends.
The hope for the year ahead is heard once again in the old and comfortable greeting called out to friends and strangers alike: “We wish you a Happy New Year.” There are no better words for the beginning of a new year, always with the accompanying sentiments of peace and joy and prosperity for all
Winter avian residents arrive and the occasional rare birds move through the Island in December, as winter begins.
Someone wrote to the Gazette not so long ago with a few observations about this time of year, thoughts as appropriate today as they were when they were first published:
As Islanders rushed about picking up gifts, dropping packages off, and readying for holiday parties, the first snowfall of the season began falling late Friday afternoon. It wasn't a lot, but just enough to give hope for a white Christmas.