Vineyard Gazette

Animal Planet Visits the Vineyard

Maui is an eight-year-old Bouvier des Flandres who lives in Edgartown with owner Leonard Fogg. He is also one of those dog heroes you always hear about but never actually meet in real life. And he gets to be on Animal Planet because of it!

Four years ago, Leonard and Maui were walking along the wharf in Edgartown when Leonard leaned over to check the price of a for-sale boat and fell into the water. He couldn’t reach the docks to pull himself back up, and, this being February, wasn’t likely to actually attract attention with calls for help because nobody’s around the docks at that time of year. Leonard’s also a diabetic, and the cold water was doing nothing for his condition.

But Maui started to bark like a crazy fiend after Leonard fell in…and all his noise managed to attract Peter, a bar patron who’d stepped out for a smoke. Peter came down to investigate, and the story ends exactly the way you’d want it to (you can read the original Gazette article here)

Somehow the producers of Dogs 101 (an Animal Planet show) got wind of this story (quite a few years later; this all happened in ’07), and sent a film crew down to do a reenactment of everything. (Leonard didn’t have to fall in again; they got a lifeguard from the YMCA to do the honors.)

Occasionally I’ll go to assignments where I just have a terrible time keeping a straight, professional face. This was one of them. Maui’s not a trained actor (although he was very well trained), and he would occasionally wander off to do his own thing. Also, he’s a big shaggy dog, and big shaggy dogs always make me smile.

Anyway, besides the fact that I had a ridiculously outsized grin on my face for this entire shoot, the only real problem I had was that Maui is not only a very shaggy dog, he’s also a black dog.If you didn’t already know what kind of animal he was, you might look at half of my photos and think “What is this furry creature? Maybe it should be with the other Ewoks.” It’s hard to see his eyes, for one thing (albeit a pretty important thing), and his shape just isn’t well defined unless it’s a full-on profile shot.

King of the Ewoks.  I doubt this one will make it into the paper as it doesn’t reproduce very well in b&w. Oh well.

At any rate, this was a welcome break from the election madness of last week (which will be the next post)! I’m going to have to get cable soon so I can see Maui’s television debut…

Girl Power: Lacrosse

I’ve photographed boys’ lacrosse twice, but yesterday was the first time (besides practice) that’d I’d shot the girls’ game. It’s…different. In a good way. It was easier for me to pick up on the flow of the game and follow the players around; it also helped that the varsity girls are a much more experienced team that the boys are and are scoring machines (the final score was 14-12, Vineyard).

Lacrosse puzzles me somewhat because on the one hand, it amazes me that the offense can score in such a small goalspace, and on the other, it seems like the goalie just doesn’t stand a chance once a shot’s coming at them. I can’t think of another sport with this strange balance.

(it went in)

(this also went in. the game was pretty back-and-forth…)





Slaughterhouse Ridealong: Vineyard Story QuickEdit

Last summer, I photographed a story about the Mobile Poultry Processing Unit. When farmers here are ready to slaughter their chickens (or turkeys, or ducks), the unit comes to their farm and processes the birds. It’s about as local as you can get.

But for other livestock, that option doesn’t exist. There are no facilities, mobile or otherwise, on Martha’s Vineyard, to process the larger animals, so farmers have to take their goats, pigs, sheep and cows to the mainland.

Today I rode along with Julie of the FARM Institute and Remy (reporter and fellow Gazetteer) as Julie brought eight pigs to Adams Farm in Athol, Mass., for slaughter. Athol is a three-hour drive from Woods Hole, where the ferries dock. The ferry ride itself is 45 minutes each way. All told, we spent about eight hours in transit, plus an hour of waiting at the ferry dock on the way back, plus a stop in Taunton, Mass., to pick up grain (Julie, understandably, likes to make the most of these sojourns). It was a very long day.

I loved every minute of it. It wasn’t nearly as graphic as chicken day had been (nor was the smell as awful, fortunately). I wasn’t allowed to take photos on the kill floor (where the skinning, etc., happens—although we did get to look in there, and I didn’t think it was as bad as they were making it out to be), but I had access to every other part of the facility, which was fantastic. I loved that Adams Farm opened its doors to us (especially to a photographer), and were completely transparent about their processes and practices; I’m pretty sure that doesn’t happen at the large factory-type plants. I loved that you could buy meat in their store that was processed in the next room over (and I don’t even eat meat). I loved that one of the guys was keeping his three-week-old goat in the locker room because she had pneumonia and couldn’t be with the other animals.

I also loved that it was overcast and rainy, because a natural softbox is always awesome.

There were a couple of stories in the take from the day. The first, which is in this post, is the actual Vineyard story. The second is a more general “here’s what happens at a slaughterhouse” story.

FARM Institute farm manager Julie Olson sits on the Island Home as it leaves Martha’s Vineyard for Woods Hole at 7:00 a.m.

Pigs from the FARM Institute wait in the trailer while Julie fuels up at a rest stop on Route 190 in Massachusetts. It takes three hours to reach Adams Farm in Athol, Mass., from the ferry docks in Woods Hole.

The pigs receive ear tags before they are herded into the barn, where they will “enter the chute” later in the day. Ear tagging is a USDA requirement, as it enables butchers (and later, consumers) to tell where their meat came from.

Julie uses a board to herd the pigs into the barn, where they will wait with animals from other farms until it is time to “enter the chute.” As a rule, she isn’t attached to the animals she brings to the slaughterhouse. “It’s our livelihood,” she says.   [I got to climb up a fence to take this photo! It was awesome.]

Julie moves a box of lamb meat from the Adams Farm freezer to her trailer. The lamb meat is for the Allen Farm, also a Martha’s Vineyard business. Because Julie was already making the trip to Athol, she offered to pick up the 33 boxes of lamb for the Allen Farm. She picked up only eleven bags of meat for the FARM Institute.

Julie is reflected in the back mirror of her pick-up truck, which can haul 3500 pounds. The load of eight pigs was relatively small compared to that of the previous trip to Adams Farm, during which she brought five cows to Athol.

The FARM Institute trailer sits among passenger cars in the hold of the Islander on the trip back to Martha’s Vineyard. Julie’s entire trip, which included a stop in Taunton, Mass., to pick up grain, took over ten hours, only one of which was actually spent at the slaughterhouse.

Bridge Building (and Breaking)

I’m a little behind on blog posts from my assignments the past couple of weeks…

My first assignment as a staffer (hooray!) was a linguini bridge contest at the high school. The kids built bridges using a pound (or less) of linguini, and weights were stacked on top of the creations to see how much they could hold.

The winning bridge held 1500 pounds. I’m not even kidding. It was unreal.

(that’s my cousin on the left. she’s my inside source for all things high school.)


The winner! Didn’t even crack under the strain of 1500 pounds.

[I don’t usually post black and white photos here, but I started using Lightroom this past month for all of my editing and for the first few assignments found it easier to convert batches to b&w right away (since the paper publishes in black and white only). I’m trying to break myself of that, though; I like color!]

Blinding Me With Science!

I went to the West Tisbury School last month to photograph Karl Nelson’s eighth grade science class, which had earned top scores on the MCAS (Massachusett standardized test), and was ranked as one of the highest performers in the state. The class was doing a lab to demonstrate the effects of energy consumption (test tubes and fire were involved).

I had a bear of a time color correcting these—fluorescent light combined with bright sun streaming in as backlight through all of the windows. Ugh.