As shamelessly as the Chamber of Commerce, I consciously frame all the houses out of the picture. A solid third of the 50 square miles of the island are locked away from development, which until the recent crash meant SUV-scaled houses, monstrous affronts to the island’s small-scale history, not to mention common sense. This is Conservation Foundation land, looking north across Ram Pasture.
Doves on the telephone wire. A party line?
Tuppancy Links, a former golf course, now another parcel of Conservation Foundation land.
Herring gull on the Sound.
The low sun of winter casts delightful shadows.