Island Light: Summer's Herald
Hunter Broderick gets some air at the skate park.
Hunter Broderick gets some air at the skate park.
Sunday morning opening.
Sunday morning opening.
Fit for the upcoming season.
Fit for the upcoming season.
Taking flight.
Taking flight.
Leafing out at Duarte's Pond.
Leafing out at Duarte's Pond.
Midnight along East Chop Drive.
Midnight along East Chop Drive.
Docked at her Island port.
Docked at her Island port.
Ferry Woods Hole makes her way through the harbor.
Ferry Woods Hole makes her way through the harbor.
Lifting off in Sengie.
Lifting off in Sengie.
Jabberwocky bus is familiar sight.
Jabberwocky bus is familiar sight.
Summer tradition at Ocean Park.
Summer tradition at Ocean Park.
It is early in June that we again become besotted with light, the longer into the evening the better. The smell of honeysuckle and the sweet scent of locust have combined for heady perfumes and the pollen that torments those among us susceptible to allergies.
The time to cut hay is almost at hand, lady slippers, beach plum and wild roses are daily more evident. Sudden cluster of heart-stopping buttercups make mowing the lawn seem almost like a crime against nature. Bittersweet is reaching its tentacles upward, seeking to strangle its fellow flora.
And June is most perfectly here.