On Sunday, the last of Shenandoah’s crew arrived for the summer.

Ray Ewing and I went to Lake Tashmoo with Noah Mayrand because we thought he was starting an oyster farm there.

Sometimes it is good to remember that when you live on an Island, intimacy with the water doesn’t end when you step off the ferry.

Across from the Chilmark fire station on North Road in a temporary shed on a rainy afternoon last week, Andy Lyons worked on Harry Beach's boat.

Marked by a single, blinking green light, the entrance through the channel into Menemsha Harbor is narrow.

At a house on Bennett way in Edgartown, three generations of Island fishermen crossed paths Thursday afternoon. Matteus Scheffer and Grace Kenney loaded cartons of Cape Pogue Bay scallops into a gray plastic cooler.