These are examples of cairn art, a pastime I have seen elsewhere along the New England coast. It seems to be in full flower here along Block Island’s eastern shore.
Here is a piece of detritus, actually adding some ambiance to the beach.
This “catapult” is of recent vintage, though several indigenous nations counciled here in the 17th Century, around the time of King Philip’s War.
The gypsum and limestone cliffs that ring the island provided a measure of protection for the gathered nations.
Moving inland, just a bit, one finds static, catchment-type ponds.
Along the approach to the glacial moraines of Rodman’s Hollow, an invitation to take a few swings at life.
Then, we get to Rodman’s Hollow.
Once out of the glacial moraines, I passed the airport and New Shoreham’s Town Hall.
Back in town, en route to New Harbor, I passed three more of Block island’s great hotels. First, is the National.
Next is the Surf Hotel.
Finally, here is the Harborside Inn.
I came to New Harbor, a mile west of the Old, as the day was drawing to a close.
There is “lethal” twist to New Shoreham’s rather formidable line of restaurants.
Finally, as the ferry back to Point Judith pulled out, I caught the sunset.
This island, like its Massachusetts and New York neighbours, is a place of dreams.