The spring migration is in full force in April as ummer visitors come north while winter residents depart. Osprey, greater yellowlegs, piping plovers and double-crested cormorants arrive with southerly winds.
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Much as a song grows out of the silence, the lights of Christmas are also with us again, illuminating this darkest moment in the year. It's a simple enough trick, really, but somehow it's always new. The lights speak to us from out of the darkness with a message of promise and of renewal.
In a history-making moment, director of emergency room medicine Dr. Karen Casper — who has battled the virus since March on the Island’s front lines — received the Island’s first dose of coronavirus vaccine early Thursday morning.
Santa, smiles and holiday spirit are everywhere on the Vineyard as Christmas quickly approaches.
In towns and fields, early mornings or the twinkle of twilight, on dusky dirt paths or well-heeled roads, the journey unfolds, one day at a time.
On Friday nights on Main street in Vineyard Haven the snow falls no matter what the temperature is, turning the town into a winter wonderland, courtesy some well-place snow machines.
The gift of nature has already been given, wrapped in early sunsets, the crunch of sand beneath brawny boots, trees waving hello from the horizon line.
Island elves light up Ocean Park in Oak Bluffs as the holiday season begins.
The time of the gathering of the harvest is past, and all that remains of Thanksgiving are leftovers.
The poet Elizabeth Coatsworth wrote "The fires burn And the kettle sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring."
On Tuesday, the Chilmark School held their annual Thanksgiving Turkey Trot.
TestMV has six full-time employees, as well as devoted volunteers, many of whom have begun working shifts every day to meet soaring demand.
November brings cooler weather and the arrival of winter residents, especially waterfowl.
Photographer Bert Fischer wanders Chilmark, where ancient stone walls frame the roads, the fishing port of Menemsha keeps busy, and wide, grassy moors and farm fields run to the sea.
The limbs of trees are becoming bare, and views have opened out through woods that were impenetrable to the eye only a blink ago.
Now is the time for leisurely drives on roads where traffic is the exception, not the rule, down lanes that are deserted in the chill of deepening autumn.
Scallop season has begun, and on the Vineyard men and women turn to the ponds to gather their dinners or earn their living.
