Before they come. Or after. Everything there is “after” now. There’s still plenty of leftover before in the after, though. Or something.
The ocean is not an abstraction when you box the compass and see it in every direction.
The dinks confer.
An alley. Must be a bad neighborhood.
The rarest sight in Massachusetts. The horizon.
Speed bumps.
It’s a small world; but I wouldn’t want to paint it.
Let’s get some sinkers.
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I love the cobbles and sets…finest street surface ever…I cant help geting enthused by traditional finishes and materials.
These pictures are about forty years old. Nantucket still looks like this, generally, but it’s gotten very, very tony.
I love the cobbles, too. Boston has few cobbled streets. They are mostly what are called Belgian Block, which are like little granite bricks, instead of the rounded cobbles.
When I was in Florence, Italy, men were still setting enormous flags of stone in sand for the street surface. Amazing.
I’ve spent a couple of summer vacations in Nantucket. My impressions:
1) Nantucket is the roach motel of vacation destinations. Easy to get into, but if anyting like weather occurs, and it will, impossible to leave.
2) Nantucket: “Why pay less?”
Nantucket is lovely, but as Sippican points out, it’s now lovely in an ultra-polished, ultra high-end way designed to exclude everyone with an income less than Teresa Heinz-Kerry’s.
Its saving grace is that on Nantucket, money alone won’t get you anywhere without the proper tone. I remember waiting in a very long line for taxis at the airport and watching some New Yorker try to cut ahead by waving bills at the taxi drivers. Without anyone raising their voices, he was quickly shown that this wasn’t done.
From these photos it appears that in the pre-Teresa era, Nantucket had actual fishermen.
Ah, Nantucket. I knew a man from Nantucket, once.
What Gerard said.
What tjl said, too. The fishermen were originally whalers. There are fantastic names is Nantucket, like Starbuck, and Coffin, that go all the way back to whaling. It died out, and some Portuguese started to fish out of there. Names like Soares and Mendonca and Souza are still everywhere there now, even though the fishing is all but gone now.
I heard there once was a man from Nantucket…
Blam!!
Thump.
Who’s next?