From the article “Learning to See” by Lois Lowry in our August 1977 issue.
One hundred and fifty years ago, a group of sensible Down East farmers and their families packed their houses and sailed to the Holy Land to await the Second Coming. Within a year, it had all gone wrong.
Never did more people flock to Squirrel Island than in late August for a carnival known as Fete Week.
Can Robert Indiana, a mainstay of the 1960’s Pop Art movement, give new life to Bob Dylan’s lyrics some 50 years later?
R. Scott Baltz’s painting, Gold Blue Broken, 24˝ x 30˝, oil on panel, will be given away at our September 1 Art of Giving Gala.
Gettysburg bites the dust in Brunswick.
I fantasized about constructing myself some kind of nest and living up there, weightless, surrounded by the sun-dappled dancing of the leaves and looking down on life.
The lake is ever ready, the pace is undemanding, and one day folds softly into the next. This is Kezar.
Matthew Russ’ painting, Penobscot Bay from Bald Rock Mountain #5, 20˝ x 40˝, oil on canvas, will be given away at our September 1 Art of Giving Gala.
Portland’s Tricky Britches channels a classic bluegrass sound — sans porkpie hats.
A friendship that reaches across generations is too rare a thing — and its lessons are too valuable to ignore.
An old Nike missile base in northern Maine could withstand the end times. Read on if you want to live.