The bud blooms, the wind whispers warmly and the pinkletinks play pondside. Spring has sprung, although March makes its case for madness.

Such is the wordplay of seasonal shifts, where alliteration awaits for those who are ready to roll — like you.

Katama waves. – Tim Johnson
Foggy Edgartown. – Tim Johnson
Sweetwater farm. – Tim Johnson
This way. – Tim Johnson
Looking for the light. – Tim Johnson
Menemsha. – Tim Johnson
On the water. – Tim Johnson
On the rocks. – Tim Johnson
Oak Bluffs jetty. – Tim Johnson
Lucy Vincent beach. – Tim Johnson
Lucy in the sky. – Tim Johnson
Sand closeup. – Tim Johnson
Standing tall. – Tim Johnson
Retired. – Tim Johnson
The old ways. – Tim Johnson
Time for your close up. – Tim Johnson
Silo. – Tim Johnson
A side view of the Old Whaling Church. – Tim Johnson
A trawler heads out. – Tim Johnson
Waiting on a friend. – Tim Johnson
Redtail hawk. – Tim Johnson
Ready for a swim? – Tim Johnson
Black Dog at night. – Tim Johnson
Gas prices are skyrocketing. – Tim Johnson
SSA at night. – Tim Johnson

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