Greetings from Martha's Vineyard
Martha's Vineyard has a forever quality about it. There is an old-fashioned earnestness about the utilitarian stone walls that run down lanes and along property lines, behind which sit beautiful summer homes and quaint inns. While the larger rocks become fences, smaller stones huddle on the beaches against the wind and tides. Along the shoreline of Aquinnah on the island's western end, beachcombers search for timeworn stones perfect for stacking. Weighing them in their hands and in their imaginations, visitors build tall stacks like pancakes or snowman-style figures, cantilevered against the wind. Permanence is the name of the game: Surely a rock snowman can never melt. But then comes a wave or a gust of wind, and in no time the stones are displaced, kicked back among the many, waiting to be plucked from obscurity again.