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Just inside a trellised gate one morning this summer, the sounds of construction and traffic disappear into the tranquil air that seems to hover over Christine Sanford’s home. Barefoot and dressed in a...read more
Almost everyone has driven by Salt Meadow Antiques on Union Street, a major artery into town. One Wagoneer even ran into it. “He said his brakes gave out,” recounts Tom Mello of the afternoon the Jeep...read more
On a gently overcast morning, Louis Guarnaccia sat next to his back-yard koi pond, the hazy sunlight barely reflecting off the lily pads as orange fish dotted the water’s surface.
Guarnaccia’s hair was...read more
She has carved everything from alligators to quahogs, even the presidential seal of the United States for the top of Nancy Reagan’s lightship basket.
“Reagan had not yet been elected president,” said...read more
Curled shavings surround his hands and tools as layer by layer, the master wood-carver creates out of a simple block of wood a Jeep Wagoneer that will become the centerpiece for a sign advertising the new...read more
There is something magical about a good coffee mug. It is a developed camaraderie, really, knowing your favorite cup is there every morning, with the same idiosyncrasies and traits with which you have grown...read more
The care and feeding of a community theater is such a tricky proposition, it probably shouldn’t be entrusted to mere amateurs. But that’s the very nature of the beast: an ad hoc organization dedicated to...read more
“The Last Dance” is something special – the perfect title for a work of art envisioned and anticipated for the past four years. And finally, the masterpiece by lightship basket-maker Michael Kane is...read more
It is unusual that one of Nantucket’s most recognizable artists rarely paints Nantucket at all.
Nevertheless, Sherre Wilson Rae relies on the island’s calm strength as a fundamental source of...read more
After doing laps through the town I have lived in since I was 7 years old, I finally found it, Ash Lane, a tiny ventricle of a street hidden in the heart of Nantucket. The wind and rain walloped our little...read more