Swirl of water on a gray afternnon at Squibnocket. Timothy Johnson

Sunday, November 5, 2017

An early morning apricot sun climbs over the eastern edge of the Island, illuminating beach grass and reflecting off the dark navy water of Nantucket Sound. Pounding winds have died to nothing. Light frost settles onto the woody, silvery tops of rosa rugosa and their wrinkly red hips. A lone beachcomber walks along the shore, bending now and again for a found object. In the distance a dragger forms a silhouette against Cape Cod.

This is November on the Vineyard.


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