End of day at Tashmoo. Tim Johnson

Sunday, January 23, 2022

This past week the crispness of winter has settled in, we think. We remember the cozy joys of the snug world we call indoors, and home projects take over. Out walking, we see our own breath in the air and appreciate what it means to be alive. The days are growing longer and sunset, not starlight, becomes the sky’s accompaniment to the drive home from work.

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Lorraine, Edgartown
Mr. Johnson is a true artist. Haunting photograph fog Aquinnah South shore, magnificent. Fog creeps in on little cat feet to borrow a phrase from Sandburg and Mr. Johnson captures it. Two artists at work.
January 23, 2022 - 11:05am


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