Opinion
We have been overwhelmed by the outpouring of good wishes on announcing our “retirement” from the Dragonfly Fine Arts Gallery as of Oct. 7. Many wonderful people have touched our lives here during the past five years: artists, clients, visitors, other gallery owners, friends and so many others.
Alvin Eisenman was truly a gentleman and a scholar. I was one of his students in the graphic design program at Yale; he and the distinguished group of leading professionals he gathered together to form the program’s faculty guided me and my fellow classmates into the world of design and opened ways of seeing, organizing and communicating that informed my 45-year career in graphic design — and continue to inspire and direct my outlook on the world.
What a summer this has been. I haven’t lived on the Island long enough to remember the old Vineyard, but surely it wasn’t like this.
Last Wednesday, Sept. 4, my husband and I were drifting seaward from the outer harbor in our disabled sailboat. We had to take down our sails and had no motor. The wind was blowing so hard that our cries for help could not be heard by two passing boats.
September quiet settled over Katama Bay this week, as a handful of sailboats scudded in and out of the harbor. It was quiet too on the twelve oyster farms scattered across the broad saltwater bay that lies at the eastern end of Edgartown.
The gray-shingled shack that sits in front of the
Edgartown Yacht Club in the harbor goes unnoticed by most visitors to the Vineyard, but during the Martha’s Vineyard Striped Bass and Bluefish Derby it comes to life for four short weeks when fishermen bring their fish in for the morning and evening weigh-ins. Twice each day they come to the derby headquarters and get their fish recorded in the official database.