Photographer Justin Levesque considers Maine’s relationship to its subarctic neighbors — and the lines across the sea that link us.
After 25 years, the DaPonte String Quartet isn’t slowing down.
Portland’s Tricky Britches channels a classic bluegrass sound — sans porkpie hats.
Lawrence Lord has amassed a collection of iron tractor seats that he diligently scrapes, repaints, and displays in vivid grids on the walls of his two-barn museum.
On a Newcastle back road, locals and visitors gather to celebrate summer, ceramics, and the world’s greatest pop-up salad bar.
The Allagash Wilderness Waterway is one of the country’s more remarkable experiments in wilderness preservation — and one of its classic river trips. Today, with the number of paddlers at a 30-year-low, a trip along the Allagash is as quiet and sublime as ever.
Stamp-happy Mainers celebrate the centennial of Maine Postcard Day (surely you’ve heard of it).
We sent our man on a quixotic quest for glory at four classic Maine summer festivals.
Bangor booze merchant (and secret operatic powerhouse) Eric Mihan joins the pros for the Bangor Symphony Orchestra’s production of La Bohème.
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?
You can tell a lot about a Mainer by how she chooses to get down a snow-covered hill.
In January, GQ magazine correspondent and Colby College grad Drew Magary published a post entitled “Maine: Do We Need It?” Since one good satire deserves another, here’s our response.