On Sunday I visited Martha's Vineyard for the first time.
No, I didn't spot the President.
And yes, I did walk along a gorgeous beach,
have breakfast at The Black Dog
and visit some lovely artisanal shops.
Mostly, I drank deeply of time and conversation with dear friends.
These friends are dear enough,
and know me well enough,
to understand that any visit to a new place only feels complete for me
if I have some quiet, solo wandering time with my camera.
So wander I did.
Through a thoroughly magical space!
Acres and acres of private 'woodland' that borders a pond that hugs a private beach.
I have NEVER seen anything quite like it.
The light danced through the branches,
kissed the mossy ground...
...and led me to savory blooms and tiny beings.
No fairies...but plenty of beautiful little wings!
"Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim."