There’s a trace of the sacred in it — in the light, in the title — plus a hint of the absurd, the faintest whiff of the freewheeling nature of that day at sea.
Ron Currie has some thoughts on Maine’s most rapidly changing city and the gentrification that displaced him from a neighborhood he loves.
Home is someplace between Walden and a woodstove.
There are photos that present the buoyancy of that day, but this one captured something else.
March is coming, and with it comes Down East‘s annual list of the Best Places to Live in Maine. Once again this year, we crunched the numbers, weighed the intangibles, argued for our faves, and grouped the resulting 16 contenders into four divisions, based on population.
From “Trekking on Rawhide,” by Robert Deis, in our January 1980 issue.
George French delivered 20 years worth of stirring images, mostly black-and-white, of pastoral landscapes, but he was also a devoted chronicler of working people.
The shot is all feel-good goofy nostalgia — one part Norman Rockwell, one part Yankee wit.
In a tiny workshop in Gray, a group of downhill diehards turns local lumber into handcrafted skis with a timeless look.
In far northern Maine, four things in life are certain: death, taxes, hard winters, and the persistence of francophone culture.
The images of Christmas that came to us fused and confused geographies, histories, and iconographies: the stony, semi-arid, goat- and sheep-herding Holy Land with its jumbled, inhospitable terrain; the deep-forested European north, where the dire winter cold and darkness threaten to engulf the world forever.
More than a century later Joanna Colcord’s classic shot of her dad still has more bite than any other image from Maine’s nautical history.