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this is the story of how hannah the vegetarian went to a butcher's house for thanksgiving. luckily both had great senses of humour and some ate turkey while others ate beans.
they started out their tour of the island with a scenic drive along the water, stopping at south beach to sigh and take photographs.
they then drove on to gay head to see the clay cliffs, and again soaked in the salty sea air and marveled at the rugged authenticity of the scenery.
the sun, she was a-settin'...
and hannah, she was in heaven...
and as the moon came up and the sun went down over the water, the three gals headed back to south beach for more rapture
morning came and the warmth drained from the island, leaving everyone bundled and watching their frosty breath in the air on the walk through felix neck
there at the fall festival at the end of the trails, they came across some animals
and after a day of wandering oak bluffs, eating thai food, browsing a local record store, and bumping into neighbours, they drove home along the open road with the moon over the water on their left, the orange clouds on their right, and steaming mugs of herbal teas clutched tightly between mittened hands.
on friday night, after a lengthy round of watching movies while curled up next to the fireplace with the cats, there was an impulsive drive back to south beach at 10:00 to see the mostly full moon. although too dark for a quality photograph, it was so light outside that the headlights on the car were hardly necessary. having lived all her life in a suburb of a monstrous city, hannah had never experienced her own shadow under the moonlight, and stood marveling at it's clear outline on the sand. around the moon wrapped a ring of rainbow colours, and more stars appeared than she had ever seen before. the two women tramped down the beach, with all sand and water brightly illuminated, seeing kilometers and miles in all directions. they stopped every so often to gape at the night sky, so piercingly blue and sprinkled as it was with stars. as hannah walked, she forgot the cold, and glancing up, saw her first shooting star.
with the crack of dawn, the thanksgiving weekend rolled to a close and they packed, headed out of the driveway,
dropped by the butcher's on the way out for goodbyes and a package of lambchops,
and pulled out on the early boat back to the cape and toward a peaceful drive back to bridgewater
happy thanksgiving.
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing these pictures! I can truly feel Martha's Vineyard in November and you KNOW I love to travel, even by imagination or through the adventures of friends, :)
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