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Bridgegate in the Summertime

By

Martha Ball

Tue, Aug 28

Category:

Island Notes

There are few certainties to life on Block Island and today with the news of Merrill Slate’s passing there is one less. We all knew it was coming, we had watched him decline with age and the loss of his wife, but a decline temporarily halted, maybe even reversed a bit, by reconciliation with the...
From the sky

By

Martha Ball

Tue, Aug 21

Category:

Island Notes

Cloudy skies turning over to rain hasten the sundown. It is nearly dark at eight, which makes me think of December, four short months away, when the sun will be setting three and a half hours earlier, unfathomable in mid-August. There are no geese flying over in the near dusk, the Canada geese, so...
August alchemy

By

Martha Ball

Tue, Aug 14

Category:

Island Notes

A plane roars by, seemingly outside my window, and I think of open windows and the sounds of summer they gift us, airborne engines as well as chirping birds. It’s a nice moment, before I remember that, of course, there is more air traffic in the summer. As there are more people, strangers, among us...
Royal weed

By

Martha Ball

Mon, Aug 6

Category:

Island Notes

Today the sun shone and people thronged to the beach. There are but a few days a year traffic is so crazily busy on the Mansion Road, when the upper and lower lots are almost impassable for all the cars parked in whatever way they can fit. This was one of those days...
Crumbling relic

By

Martha Ball

Mon, Jul 30

Category:

Island Notes

Unusual in any season, unheard of in summer, I went away for part of the day, an absurd luxury of the summer boat schedule and the happy coincidence of friends going off to do errands the one day of the week I could tag along. Returning in mid-afternoon, it was impossible not to be struck by the...
White boats on blue water

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Jul 25

Category:

Island Notes

That the New Harbor would be filled with boats was always a presumption; it was a fallen galaxy that would float just above the surface of the Great Salt Pond. It was wonderful, a gift of summer, never taken for granted in the way we use that expression — unseen, unnoticed — but very much taken for...
Country roads

By

Martha Ball

Tue, Jul 17

Category:

Island Notes

It seems that it has rained often, rained at day’s end. So when the sound rolled across the field, despite the fact there was no appearance of rain, I went outside, remembering stepping out into a sun shower last year. There was no rain in the muted, shadowless afternoon, just a harmony of nature,...
Night air

By

Martha Ball

Sat, Jul 7

Category:

Island Notes

T he screen of my little computer changes as the day progresses, then darkens to night with a crescent moon hanging. It took me a few days to realize it wasn’t random but day and night, that there was a pattern: a balloon crossing a sunlit sky, and hours later, a blacker than dark blue airplane...
Finding fireflies

By

Martha Ball

Fri, Jun 29

Category:

Island Notes

It is summer, I know — but not because I load up all my errands on a long list, including returning two dvds (which I have neither watched, with the sunlight lingering past nine, nor returned, because there was a truck with Connecticut plates “parked” in a tiny space in front of the library, its...
Prelude Redux

By

Martha Ball

Sun, Jun 24

Category:

Island Notes

A year ago to the day (now 11 fast years ago) my cousins left after burying the ashes of their father, my beloved Uncle Cash, whose voice I still miss when weather is approaching. Among the more precious things they took with them to their lives in California and Colorado and Washington state was a...
It's an Aviary

Sun, Jun 17

Category:

Island Notes

On a scrap of paper next to my keyboard are the words “Leonard Cohen makes my pain go away.” Yes, it’s a trifle melodramatic but at the moment I saw those words written in a comment below a YouTube clip of Cohen, the aged poet and songwriter who continues to amaze, they struck a nerve. Or a chord...
Season of White

Sun, Jun 10

Category:

Island Notes

Another week and I look to the horizon, clear and sharp, deeply blue below a pale cloud-spattered dome. It has been raining in Providence, “torrential” they are saying, while we have enjoyed a day moving back and forth between pure sunshine and the muted shadows of an overcast sky. The rain is...
Still Harbor

By

Martha Ball

Fri, Jun 1

Category:

Island Notes

The voice of a bird awakened me, not the sweet birdsong that rises like a carefully conducted orchestra at first light, rather an annoying shriek, harsh and loud and filled with a tone of annoyance. I opened my eyes and saw a winged creature fluttering about the room, banging against the glass of...
The First Weekend of Summer

By

Martha Ball

Mon, May 28

Category:

Island Notes

“Cloudy in the Capital City” they have been saying all day. On Block Island it has been beautiful, not in the way of a bleak winter morning when the sun can barely creep over the horizon to scoot low across the southern sky; or a raging fall storm, all power and glory and crashing white water. Any...
Bell, Surf & Peepers

By

Martha Ball

Sun, May 20

Category:

Island Notes

May comes in a sudden flash. One day the greening land is verdant, the long days are filled with golden light. Grass is cut and the sweet smell of it fills the air. The sun rises early, the daylight precedes it, vanquishing the night, leaving a white moon hanging in a pre-dawn blue sky. Mist lifts...
Global 33

By

Martha Ball

Sun, May 13

Category:

Island Notes

They used to call the highway approaching downtown Providence, Rhode Island — alternatively shining and … not — Barrel Country. The road was always lined with barrels painted orange and white, delineating places where construction and repair were taking place, endless tasks that seemed to have no...
Like March

Sun, May 6

Category:

Island Notes

It is almost May Fourth and it is my duty to remind all that this date is Rhode Island Independence Day. The State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations, the smallest state with the longest name, also was the first of the colonies to declare independence from the crown as well as the last to...
A room full of looms attracts visitors from near and far to Block Island

By

Martha Ball

Fri, May 4

Category:

Island Notes

The Gazebo Room of the Manisses Hotel is emptied of its usual complement of dining tables draped in elegant linen and now accommodates eleven floor looms, all made of smooth wood framed by metal components, the same fundamentals that have been used for millennia. They are a far cry from either the...
On This Calm & Silvery Bay

Mon, Apr 30

Category:

Island Notes

Somewhere in my house there is a piece of paper, an unintended consequence of a photograph inset in an article about Block Island, something that will show the Harbor Church when the tower, and only the tower, was solid green. It was the one section of the roof the contractor did not re-shingle in...
Three Days Later

Thu, Apr 19

Category:

Island Notes

The weekend brought the weather for which we hope, the April Sunday afternoon of our imaginings and somewhat distorted memories. I have not gone to the beach so much this year as others and not so often north around and beyond Jerry’s Point; the tide has been high, the rocks uncovered, or both. But...
High Tide and Green Grass

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Apr 11

Category:

Island Notes

The title of this column may be familiar; it is the same as a Rolling Stones album released in 1966. As if the year is not horrifying in and of itself, realizing that the title was actually “Big Hits (High Tide and Green Grass)” is worse. Over the years I have pared down the vinyl and do not even...
Heavenly scribbles

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Mar 29

Category:

Island Notes

Yesterday morning, purely by chance, I happened to be up wandering about; but it was too cold, too dark and too early to stay up and I headed back to bed. Passing the wide kitchen windows, a shooting star caught my eye. I thought first of meteor showers, and didn’t recall hearing of any expected...
Benchmark

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Mar 22

Category:

Island Notes

Spring came in the dark of night, quietly, on a soft southwest wind. It came early, in the second hour of the twentieth day of March, spawning the usual change-of-season confusion that follows whenever the turn does not come on the twenty-first of March or June or September or December. It should...
Changing time

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Mar 15

Category:

Island Notes

Time ago the day was balanced on the fulcrum of noon; midday was, in practice, the middle of the day. We were close to that standard the day before the clocks changed – the day before we changed the clocks. The sun rose just after six in the morning and set just before the traditional start of the...
Glove, bottle and sock

Thu, Mar 8

Category:

Island Notes

Last night I dreamt I awoke to snow. I rarely remember dreams and wondered if snow had fallen in the night, but the memory was not of white brightening a darkened landscape, it was of morning. Tonight it is raining. We roll toward the equinox, the length of visible light already over 12 hours, the...
Sound of sunshine

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Feb 23

Category:

Island Notes

O ne night last week I went out very late to retrieve something from my car. It is February and it was dark, there were no lights from the row of houses leading up to the beach, nor was there any glow from those beyond my sight, as there is in July. As I walked across the yard, the ground was firm...
In the rearview mirror

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Feb 23

Category:

Island Notes

We call it Presidents’ Day, a Monday in February that recalls George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, two great U.S. presidents with birthdays conveniently falling in the same month. It is a day I will always associate with another generation, with my long deceased father who felt it part of his...
Just a game

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Feb 15

Category:

Island Notes

I t is the morning after and contrary to last night’s expectation, tomorrow has come, the sun climbing out of the ocean to shine magnificently over the subtle palette that is Block Island in February. Maybe the news has not yet traveled the distance to our mother star, 93 million miles away, a fact...
Calendar sky

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Feb 9

Category:

Island Notes

The month began with the flat, muted light of a day that will not be bad, but is rarely as good as it could be. The sun that is often an orange ball as it emerges from the ocean slipped quietly up behind a wall of blue, then lighted a bit of the sky with a slice of coral. It was one of those...
Winter rollercoaster

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Jan 26

Category:

Island Notes

The wind is whooshing and rattling, the sky is gray and the sea high. The rain is filled with salt mist. When the sun comes out — and it will, if not tomorrow then some day — there will be no windows washed clean. Earlier, the sea was flying over the east wall of the harbor, great masses of white...
Remains of day

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Jan 26

Category:

Island Notes

On Saturday it snowed, more, it seemed, than had been forecast but far less than I had dreaded, given the lack of panic in the newscasters. It was a weekend, there was no hysteria over school closings and things felt calmer. I worry when they are not in a frenzy. It can be so different just between...
Hurry sunrise

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Jan 12

Category:

Island Notes

It has not felt like winter. There has been no January thaw because there has been no January freeze. There are moments it does look like winter -- early morning before the sun has risen, the land brushed with the night’s chill, the trash in the beach roses exposed as the leaves fall, the fishing...
Green Light

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Jan 5

Category:

Island Notes

Even in New England the Pats cannot lose this game. It is what I think but I stay glued to the radio. They have a big lead, a huge lead, and there is little time left on the clock. It is not like that Super Bowl a few years ago when they made what should have been the winning play. Then the time...
Winter Solstice

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Dec 29

Category:

Island Notes

he Pesky Pond Troll of Clayhead Swamp knew the solstice was nigh. The change in the air was slower than other years, and he really didn’t mind that one way or t’other. His cave deep under the cliff had its own climate control, as do all true caves, and he had a fine fur coat that protected him when...
Not so long ago

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Dec 29

Category:

Island Notes

Last night it stormed, blasting wind and more rain than I realized until morning, when the old cedar shingles on the south wall of the house were still dark with damp despite the sunny drying breeze. It is an old structure, with a narrow ell and seemingly no rooms made to escape the wrath of the...
Waiting for day

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Dec 15

Category:

Island Notes

T here are nights — afternoons these days — the sun does not set easily or without protest. It flames across the sky, gilding the edges of the clouds with a brilliant molten gold. It throws colors, from deep red to pale violet, up into the heavens, fighting the brightest stars that glow white hot...
In the blue

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Dec 8

Category:

Island Notes

Winter is in the wings, creeping closer while we frolic in the mild. It will come, cold and windy and raw; but the sun, the afternoon sun, has ceased its journey away from us and at this week’s end, the sun will set a minute later than today. The weather will worsen and it will last for months and...
Fade to December

By

Martha Ball

Sat, Dec 3

Category:

Island Notes

It has been pointed out to me that by the time this paper is printed, November will have faded into the memory of yesterday and then into the far away depository that is yesterday’s yesterday. Now, it is still November, albeit November fading fast. We joke in the summer that we have magnificent...
It was a journey

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Nov 30

Category:

Island Notes

There are days of pale sand and blue, blue water when the only appropriate response stepping through the gap between the dunes and coming upon a world wide open to the horizon is the rather inarticulate “What a beach!” It is empty, there is no one to hear, but it needs be said aloud. The tide...
Hurricane wind

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Nov 17

Category:

Island Notes

T he middle of the night comes early in November. It is with disbelief I hear the announcer on the radio state “it is thirty-seven minutes after the hour of five o’clock.” Aside from questioning the necessity of the “o’clock,” I am simply astonished that it could be so early and have been dark for...
Sweet November

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Nov 10

Category:

Island Notes

These days of sweet warmth come in November and they seem always to come as a surprise. I expect them; many years ago I dug up now long-neglected flower beds with a golden retriever lying in the freshly turned earth under the warm sun as I worked. Perhaps it is a hope of November more than an...
Worth the walk

By

Martha Ball

Sun, Nov 6

Category:

Island Notes

Twenty years ago this weekend we were in the throes of the Halloween Gale, or the No-Name Hurricane, or the Perfect Storm, or some other variation on the nor’easter that would not go away. It was the storm that begat the book, and later the movie, both focused on a pleasure boat that should not...
After Roll Call

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Nov 2

Category:

Island Notes

The day began pleasant, then as I started out for the dump/landfill/transfer station the rain promised for later began to fall and, as soon, stopped. I do not often go to the dump/landfill/transfer station — unable to keep straight much more than open Wednesday, closed Thursday — and not needing to...
October rain

By

Martha Ball

Sat, Oct 22

Category:

Island Notes

We are on the edge of the green rain on the radar screen. Never mind that water is sliding down my windows in sheets, on the radar we are on the image captured 15 minutes ago when the storm was nipping the south bluffs and moving on a northward track. The forecast for tonight is “rain showers,” an...
Water and warmth

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Oct 19

Category:

Island Notes

First fall arrives like the tides surrounding this island. It is akin to water, chill and wet and gray, that rises up over the summer sandy beach, turning it to a cherished memory —only to retreat, and let the extent of its coverage be briefly forgotten. The little plaques on the shelves in...
Dragon mired

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Oct 6

Category:

Island Notes

The roll of the sea, the power of the surf, is usually foretold by the roar that rolls up, following the hollows of the land. Other days it seems it must be calm, it is so perfectly still as I walk toward the beach, surrounded by the clatter of crickets and an occasional birdsong. I am surprised to...
Second springtime

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Sep 29

Category:

Island Notes

There were new green leaves on the forsythia — but forsythia is notoriously unstable — where is grows on the house. There, protected from the winds from the north and east and exposed to the full winter sun, it can flower, briefly, in December. The extent to which invasive species have tangled...
Summer's end

By

Martha Ball

Wed, Sep 28

Category:

Island Notes

The sun rises late these days. I see it rising from the ocean, molten gold, just after 6:30 a.m. on this day we presume summer will end. The equinox can come a day earlier and I check to be sure I haven’t missed it and find this is the odd year when fall does not begin until the morning of the 23rd...
Dragon rising

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Sep 15

Category:

Island Notes

The storm came and went and when the sky cleared and the surf subsided there was little damage. We were lucky, more than we realized until the following week filled with reports of mainland towns still without power. Rhode Island is, in some ways, even more insular than Block Island. When visitors...
Sudden Sunset

By

Martha Ball

Thu, Sep 8

Category:

Island Notes

It is 7:30 p.m. and it is dark and as much as I have known they were coming, these sudden sunsets, this one, two weeks before the summer actually, technically, ends, catches me by surprise. The weather has been cold and wet, as though summer is truly, irreversibly departed and were I a betting...

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