In an ever more digitized world, Mitzi Pratt and Flip Scipio still work by hand. On separate levels of their two-story Moshup Trail studio, these artisans rely not on machines but on their knowledge, skill and experience. Though their mediums are different — Ms. Pratt is a bookbinder and Mr. Scipio makes guitars — their work sometimes overlaps, each feeding the other’s.

The sign on Edgartown-West Tisbury Road is nondescript, as far as signs go. It is square, with a blue triangle painted on a white background; inside the blue triangle are pictograms of a tree and a house.

Mark Twain once said, “If dogs could talk, no one would own one.” Tom Shelby, a lifelong dog trainer with a specialty in search and rescue dogs, chuckles at Mr. Twain’s quote. Mr. Shelby understands canine thinking better than anyone, and still loves them.

“If we could even grasp a dog’s sense of smell, we would realize how dramatically different they are from us,” Mr. Shelby explained. With the exception of the crushed-faced breeds such as pugs, most dogs are able to sniff a cadaver located 90 feet under water.

A collage of shots brings a wave crashing across the prow of a sailboat; a spiraling view of a skier speeding down a gleaming white trail; a paddle reaching above the crest of a wave, easily propelling a surfboard of sorts over its peak.