Islands are mythic places. Crossing water to reach them, it is easy to feel that we are leaving the complexities of everyday life for an elemental world governed by the natural rhythms of sun and wind
Sneakboxes on the bay. Fishing for weakies and bluefish. Ten-cent beers and formal yacht club dances. A fifteen-year-old bell boy parking cars at one of the grand hotels. Trains crossing the bay on a
Snakes on the patio, salamanders in the basement, frogs crossing the road, and turtles nesting on the shore in the land of 10,000 lakes: from the enchanted child to the curious adult, from the amateur
