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.
Arts & Leisure
There’s a trace of the sacred in it — in the light, in the title — plus a hint of the absurd, the faintest whiff of the freewheeling nature of that day at sea.
Home is someplace between Walden and a woodstove.
From “Trekking on Rawhide,” by Robert Deis, in our January 1980 issue.
George French delivered 20 years worth of stirring images, mostly black-and-white, of pastoral landscapes, but he was also a devoted chronicler of working people.
British animator Will Rose draws inspiration from Eastport’s wildlife, architecture, and late-night Justin Bieber dance parties.
The shot is all feel-good goofy nostalgia — one part Norman Rockwell, one part Yankee wit.
In far northern Maine, four things in life are certain: death, taxes, hard winters, and the persistence of francophone culture.
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.
A few hard-charging ski heroes are taking Maine’s nascent backcountry ski scene to the next level.
More than a century later Joanna Colcord’s classic shot of her dad still has more bite than any other image from Maine’s nautical history.
Onetime Mainer Ed Shenton illustrated the works of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and other giants of 20th-century lit. Now, his son wants to make sure you know his name.