Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
December 31, 1999
Vineyarders Contemplate New Millennium with Thoughtful Hope and Confidence
Looking across Vineyard Sound from Woods Hole it’s hard to imagine that Vineyarders could have anything to wish for in the coming century. To the mainland resident, the Island looks peaceful and perfect, a little slice of paradise in the midst of a breezy New England December. If they only knew. Just like anyone else,…
The Changing Face of an Island
The changing shoreline on Martha's Vineyard variously fascinates, startles or horrifies people, depending on where they live or own property. The strongest supporting images of erosion are provided by destruction of buildings located at the water's edge, such as lighthouses and Worlds War II military bunkers. Among the latter, a concrete bunker (part of the…
