The Changing Room — 20 x 24
Come along with me
as we go back in time
to a boathouse in a harbor
in what they call the shoulder season,
those weeks between the chaos of summer
with traffic and tourists and hot muggy sunburns,
and the first frosts of the winter to come.
You arrive at the top of a very high bluff
with a vast harbor spread out before you.
Then you climb down
two very long flights of white washed steps
then across the wooden planked dock …
To he Vose Boathouse
an historic architectural wonder
built directly in the Edgartown Harbor.
The family received a letter of approval from the war department
in 1899 (it hangs on the wall today) for it to be built there
and nothing says Vintage Vineyard like this space.
We will begin our painterly tour
with a peak into that first door you come to
just through the dock gate
on the bottom floor
into what I have called
the changing room
The lovingly maintained wooden doors,
with their inlayed repairs for repurposed hardware,
line two walls with small locker rooms
that each have windows framing
expansive views of the harbor
and out across to the tiny island of Chappaquiddick.
The light bounces softly across the water
and lays like a butterfly on the kid glove surfaces
of that weathered wood
then sparkles off of the lacquered canoes
and the worn ochre of an oar.
But my favorite part
is that there are spaces in between each floorboard
through which you can see the iridescent sea beneath.
As the sun slants in the October morning light
the colors below are breathtaking.
From the classic canoe
to the sweeping parsons bench
there is something solidly New England here.
It was so quiet when I was working there
that the only sounds were the gulls cawing overhead
and the gentle lapping of the wakes as the working fisherman
motored their way out past the boathouse out to sea.
I can picture it now…
in a family filled summer
with the noises of
children wriggling into swimsuits
and parents toting wicker baskets
which the grandparents have stuffed
with picnics and rainhats…
and through the years
and all of that chaos
I can feel the boathouse
enfolding them all
like a great big
cedar wrapped hug.