Tag Archives: Travvy
“All the Leaves Are Brown . . .”
What a difference three weeks and two big storms make! Remember the glorious burning bush on the outskirts of my neighbors’ lawn? On October 21, it looked like this: The leaves have since given way to small red-orange berries. The … Continue reading
Rallying Up North
Last weekend Travvy and I headed north for a Rally obedience trial in Raymond, New Hampshire. Raymond is due east of Manchester, a three-hour drive from Woods Hole. Like most Rally trials, this one was hosted by a local training … Continue reading
Colors of Late October
This afternoon I was taking a break out on the deck, reading yesterday’s paper. Travvy thought it was suppertime. From the slant of the light, I thought he might be right. Nope: it was barely 3:30. He eats at 4:30. … Continue reading
Meet Mr. January
Last April I got a call from photographer Lisa Bibko-Vanderhoop. I didn’t know Lisa, but I did know that she produces the Vineyard Seadogs calendar. Turns out that was what she wanted to talk about. She’d been wanting a northern-breed … Continue reading
Camp N Packin’
Getting off-island on a holiday weekend is all good, and when you’re going to Camp N Pack it’s even better. This is last weekend we’re talking about, Columbus Day weekend, the real end of “the season” and the time when … Continue reading
Early Fall Color
When it comes to fall foliage, tall trees get all the attention. Hereabouts the brightest colors are often closer to the ground. I took these photos early last week on Travvy’s and my morning walk. The colors have faded some … Continue reading
Nothing Happening
A while back (was it already a month ago??), I expressed some reservations about “laureation,” specifically the proliferation of poets laureate on Martha’s Vineyard. Lee Mccormack had just given his inaugural reading as Martha’s Vineyard’s first poet laureate. Lee is … Continue reading
Insularity
When I moved from Washington, D.C., to Martha’s Vineyard in 1985 — just for a year, mind you — I expected some culture shock. D.C. is a big city. In the mid-1980s, more than three-quarters of the population was black. … Continue reading
In the Midst of Life
My blog posts usually start with a kernel, a seed, something nagging at the back of my mind. Words coalesce around the irritant, and though pearls rarely result, insight often does. At least the irritant becomes less irritating. Since the … Continue reading
No Dogs! No No No!
So last December the West Tisbury Parks and Recreation committee threw up a NO DOGS sign on the new public basketball court near the West Tisbury School. Trav and I had been using it a few mornings a week for … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 