One of my favorite things about Martha’s Vineyard is the commitment to locally grown food that the community shares. Schools get a sizable portion of their fruits and veggies from the farms here (I wish my school lunches had been that homegrown!), and the kids start learning about where their food comes from as soon as they get to kindergarten.
A couple weeks ago, I tagged along on a fourth-grade field trip to an apple orchard:
I think my favorite part of fall is that warm orange glow that tungsten lights take on in the evening.
I’m about ten posts behind on blogging, and am hoping to catch up this weekend (now that I have Internet in my apartment!), but in the meantime, here are a couple of photos from the past couple days of high school sports:
Each of them thought the other had won after they crossed the finish line.
This one isn’t anything special, but I liked it anyway. I love when players run right towards the camera:
Steve Boyleston is an 18th-century reenactor who’s been performing all over the Island throughout the summer. It was his idea to go take these portraits at a Land Bank preserve rather than just in the woods outside his home, and I cannot thank him enough for that. I did feel a little odd driving there with that rifle in the backseat of my car, though…
From a story about one of the community radio stations here (could I have used a wider lens than my kit 18-35mm? Yup. But I make do…):
I shot Hell Week—preseason for the fall athletes—last year (in happy news, I like the photos from this year much better), and remember it being both one of the best and worst assignments I’ve ever had. It’s among the worst for obvious reasons: the teams are on the field by 6 in the morning (I’m not a morning person), and I went every single day because not all of the teams practice on any given morning. But it’s also one of the best because the light at that time of day is simply amazing.
(Not that this one ran in the paper, but I like it anyway)
The boys practice in the late afternoon, which also makes for nice light:
I’m…not QUITE a month behind on blogging, but it’s definitely getting close to that—so here is the first of many belated posts. I’ve already blogged the running of the cows and turkey herding; here are a few shots from hurricane prep and aftermath in other parts of the Island:
Herding turkeys was a piece of cake compared with trying to move (notice how deftly I sidestepped a pun there) a herd of cows from one end of the farm to another. They didn’t really want to leave their first pasture and it was, admittedly, a pretty decent haul to the corral near the barn. Also, most of them were pregnant.
But they eventually started moving (sidestepped again!), and were rewarded by lush, green grass (somebody at the farm called it “cow crack”) in the new pasture. I got to ride in the back of the pickup truck to take these, which was fun.
