“Sole Brothers”

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Martha’s Vineyard

Through Harold’s Lens:

Left: “Well, Right. He’s left us on the sand”.
Right: “Right”. “But, this Lambert’s Cove Beach is neat”.

Over the large dune
The pale, pasty Vineyard newbie went
Slathered in sunscreen
Schlepping stuff.

Left: “Got his New York Times. Maureen Dowd fan.
Right: “Yeah. And a low rider beach chair”.
Left: “Check the cheap Chilmark Flea Market beach towel”.
Right: “Look at that tattered t-shirt with the Black Dog on it”.
Left: “And those baggy Brickman’s trunks”.
Right: “Oh no. His Dad’s floppy Tilly hat”.
Left: “This is really embarrassing. A newbie all Vineyarded out like that”.
Right: “Check out his cooler. Goodies in there”.
Left: “Yes! Yes!. Mini-six pack of Island brewed Offshore Ale”.
Right: “Lobster roll from Larsen’s Fish Market”.
Left: “Fresh picked fruit from the West Tisbury Farmer’s Market”.
Right: “Warm Scottish Bakehouse scones”.
Left: “A box of Chilmark Chocolates”.
Right: “Does he want to take Adrianne on a trip?”
Left: “Don’t know. We saw him in Bunch of Grapes buying that David McCullough book ‘The Greatest Journey. Americans in Paris’ ”.
Right: “Look his ear buds are in”.
Left: “IPod jamming to Johnny Hoy & the Bluefish?”.
Right: “Maybe Carly Simon”.
Left: “I’m sweating here in the sun”.
Right: “Can’t wait to get back to the old white house”.
Left: “Hey! No politics!”

From Harold’s Photography Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life“


Martha’s Vineyard. “Rest Before The Frenzy”

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Martha’s Vineyard

Through Harold’s Lens.

Would you
like to learn salt water fly fishing?

Traveling to Martha’s Vineyard?
Contact the Martha’s Vineyard Rod & Gun Club
http://www.mvrodandgunclub.com

Every summer
The club’s Salt Water Fly Fishing School
Hosts a series of salt water fly fishing instructional clinics
By the club’s professional guides .

Cost
Club Members: $85.
Non-Members: $100.

Contact:
Professional Guides
Sandra Demel: 508-693-6338
John Kollett: 508-759-1287.

When
Contact Sandra or John
For specific summer dates & times.

“Tight lines”

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

“Weather Report”

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Martha’s Vineyard

Through Harold’s Lens:

Please start Martha’s Vineyard icon Carly Simon’s music first, as you are enjoying the image and lyric essay.
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6:03am
My old cracked weather radio
Squawked again with static.

“Winds 14
North by Northwest
Sky cloudy
Temperature dropping
42 by 10am.

Incoming tide
Cold day fishermen
Frenzies going on
Blues & Stripers biting
Tight lines”.

Rusty, my old Jeep
Rumbled through curves
Past Vineyard Haven Harbor
Lonely boats and masts
Rocking to the rhythm of the water.

Blue smoke
Trailing Rusty’s rear pipe
Oil again.
The hell with it.

Tackle box . Rattling
Stinky cooler live slimy eels. Secure
Rod . Snug in dirty rags
Reel . Oiled skin smooth
Line. New 20 lb test.

Another cold morning
With my best buddy Jim
On the water
In his rigged fishing boat.

Bloddy Marys at 9
Jokes, puns, laughs.

Cries echo over water
“Fish on”.

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

Martha’s Vineyard. “Birth Of Dawn”

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Martha’s Vineyard
Through Harold’s Lens:

Long before the birth of dawn
Slowly
Emerging from black.

Rising yellows
Surfacing oranges
Bursting blues.

I open my salt rusted door
Creak
Squeak
Old, trashed Jeep
Rusty’s his name.

Sling tackle box in
Sling waders in
Sling cooler in
Nestle fly rod carefully on tattered wool sweaters.

During the birth of dawn
Dew blanket
Smothers all.

Robins chirp
Their morning welcome.

Worms wiggle
Pedals unfold
Color abounds.

Soft yellow light
Pops from windows
Weathered shingled cottages.

Waves of hot coffee waft
Through dense mist.

Me
With solo beach time
With waves
With wet sand
With whipping fly rod

With enjoyment
With tranquility
With purity
With peace

With a nibble
With a bite
With a tug
With a large striped bass

After the birth of dawn
Sun shines
Shadows flow.
Island alive
Folks everywhere.

Forty pound striper
Bled out
Gutted
Fillet.

Grilled feast tonight!
Another day on my special island.

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

Martha’s Vineyard. “Lost In The Rhythm Of The Sea”

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Martha’s Vineyard

Through Harold’s Lens:

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Cozy & bundled
Nestled in arms
In loved-worn sweaters
Over tattered college sweats.

She with Chardonnay
Me with Merlot.

Rhythm of the sea

Buns nestled
In warm mounds of sand.

Heads nestled
In suntanned shoulders.

Toes nestled
In loose grains of gold.

Rhythm of the sea

We had danced
To pounding surf.

We had kissed
To splashing waves.

We had loved
To glows of orange and red.

Rhythm of the sea

Warm love between us
Deep love growing
Memories of a tender island summer
Moments of a chilly early fall.

Rhythm of the sea

All is quiet now
Only sounds of surf
Only stars in skies
Only moon beams crossing waves.

Rhythm of the sea

She off to Wellesley
Me off to Stanford
2500 miles of dirt
Hearts sagging
Tears rolling.

Rhythm of the sea

Grapes gone
Sunset black
Sleep.

Rhythm of the sea

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”