You Vineyard golfers are scum. You dress like pimps. You wake up course-side homeowners with your loud chatter in the dewy morning. You suck the water out of the aquifer, pollute the ground with fertilizer, reduce great tracts of land to suburbia. Well, we’re getting the last laugh. We’ll veto three of every four courses you propose.
By Jim Kaplan
The Silver Screen Film Society, a one-man operation, has introduced Martha’s Vineyard to a refreshing variety of classic and contemporary films.
By Tom Dresser
There’s no easy answer to the question, how do you paint a landscape?
By Geoff Currier
Photographer Janet Woodcock claims to love almost every view of Martha’s Vineyard.
By Shelley Christiansen
On Martha’s Vineyard, the quality of light can be creamy, hazy, or startlingly clear. To the painters, photographers, sailors, and scientists who deal in it daily, it’s a gift.
By Christine Schultz
Up-and-coming painters clean biohazard rooms and drive trucks to pay the rent. But sometimes the day job itself inspires good art.
By Christie Matheson
In 1946 I had never heard of Martha’s Vineyard.
By Shirley Mayhew
If you could dig deep into the sand along Seaview Avenue in Oak Bluffs, just across the street from where the old Sea View Hotel once stood, you would see it there, resting by the sea as it has for centuries.
By Max Hart
Brendan O’Neill is a rather reluctant media star.
By Paul Schneider
The Katama airport, 128 acres by the shore, might have been a developer’s dream come true. But Steve Gentle liked it just the way it was.
By Tom Dunlop
Four heads hang low over the starboard railing. No, these kids aren’t seasick.
By Shelley Christiansen
It was 1972 and a lot of young people were living together without getting married. To my parents’ generation, that was a shock.
By Margaret Knight
