Three decades ago, Maine’s loon population was in freefall. Now the birds are doing so well that we’re about to start exporting them.
Six homeowners find big-time pleasure in their tiny retreats.
By winter’s end (even in a weirdly warm year like this one), we Mainers have gotten pretty good at making our own fun. And what better way to entertain ourselves (and salute the spring) than with a friendly wager on when the ice will disappear on the nearest lake?
Chase away winter with pesto, pasta, and greens.
The first rule of thumb for art collecting is buy what you love. But what if you’re not so sure?
From “Maine’s Champion Freestyle Skier,” by John A. Gould, in our March 1976 issue.
Each year on Maine Maple Sunday, some 100 sugarhouses open their doors to visitors. Here are a few facts about syrup season.
Can you name this lustrous little waterfall and the city where it’s found?
James Abbott has an art studio in his home — or is it the other way around?