Darkness arrives earlier, setting the stage for a deeper seasonal shift. The mood wanders, looking inward, buffeted by the wind. 

It can be comforting, as the shoulder season wanes and the potluck gatherings wax. But not for all. Loneliness lurks among the quietude. Look out for one another ­­— be ready to lend a hand, an ear, a meal, a smile. Remember, a gift bestowed is a gift received.
 

Mememsha. – Tim Johnson
On the water. – Tim Johnson
Rounding home. – Tim Johnson
Enjoy. – Tim Johnson
Scalloping. – Tim Johnson
Ocean’s bounty. – Tim Johnson
At the office. – Tim Johnson
Annette Anthony. – Tim Johnson
Cranberry harvest. – Tim Johnson
Tradition. – Tim Johnson
Passigng it on. – Tim Johnson
In the bogs. – Tim Johnson
Fresh cranberries. . – Tim Johnson
A pheasant on the move. – Tim Johnson
A hawk keeps watch in Katama. – Tim Johnson
Something to crow about. – Tim Johnson
At Felix Neck. – Tim Johnson
Moon over West Chop. – Tim Johnson
Edgartown cemetery. – Tim Johnson
Oak Bluffs at night. – Tim Johnson
No Flying Horses tonight. – Tim Johnson
Summercamp. – Tim Johnson
Oceanside. – Tim Johnson
Heading to the mainland. – Tim Johnson
Pulling into Tisbury. – Tim Johnson
Sea and sky. – Tim Johnson
Transportation hub. – Tim Johnson
Wheels up! – Tim Johnson
Catching air. – Tim Johnson
Offseaon refresher. – Tim Johnson
Tim Johnson – A shift in perspective.

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