Island Light: Decrescendo
Beech tree turns golden as weather cools and daylight shortens.
Timothy Johnson
Children whoop with joy and play under falling leaves at Polly Hill Arboretum.
Timothy Johnson
Commercial fisherman Glen Pachico takes a moment to appreciate the skies around him.
Timothy Johnson
Commercial fisherman Glen Pachico takes a moment to appreciate the skies around him.
Timothy Johnson
Swans swim close to check out what's happening on Lake Tashmoo.
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Jefferson Munroe of the Good Farm with some of his tasty chickens.
Timothy Johnson
As days go by in November, a sense of foreboding falls over these turkeys.
Timothy Johnson
In Tisbury Meadow Preserve this goat has a green snack.
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Fleet of bikes wait on their owners to return at the Chappy ferry landing.
Timothy Johnson
Some found public conch art hangs form branches on a Chappy trail.
Timothy Johnson
No swimming area warnings needed as the calendar pages turn to mid November.
Timothy Johnson
Acorns fall from oak trees, plinking off the roofs of houses and sheds, plunking onto dry ground and crunching underfoot during fall hikes. Flocks of geese fly to winter homes with whooshing wing beats. Waves lap at a broad, sandy shoreline nourished by the littoral drifts of summer. Children whoop with joy at three o'clock on school days and frolic on the soccer field on precious Saturdays. The dulcet sounds of autumn fill the ears; they are the decrescendo in the symphony of summer.
