Each month, Down East editors select our favorite response to “Where in Maine?” Here is our favorite letter from the November photo of Deering Oaks park in Portland.
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.
Its cozy notes of bourbon, chocolate, and toffee warm our bellies on cold, windy evenings.
A non-profit community co-op’s current efforts to save the state’s third-largest ski resort look like an uphill battle.
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.
Why save chocolate mousse for special occasions when it’s so easy to prepare?
A few hard-charging ski heroes want to take Maine’s nascent backcountry ski scene to the next level. You ready to gear up?