Kate Furbish
A new compendium shows off the archival illustrations of Kate Furbish, Maine’s swashbuckling Victorian botanist.
As a kid, I was afraid of Ida. And small wonder: stout and tall, with big hands and a severe face, she was every inch the forbidding Yankee spinster. My idea of Ida shifted slightly one summer morning when I was about 10 years old.
Students standing side by side
Two college kids create a full-blown musical ­— you know, in their spare time.
Once again, we asked this year for you to send us the photos that best represent your personal vision of Maine — and, man, did you ever respond.
Russ Dorr with a model skeleton
How a physician’s assistant in Bridgton became Stephen King’s Hippocrates of horror.
Night Sky
I need, and refuse to own, a navigational system with a robotic voice saying turn left here, go 200 yards, bear right, etc., etc. I am under the stars, benighted in the shallows, churning up mud, with time and tide running out.