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.
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.
With an eye on a quick sale, a couple updates a tattered old house on Portland’s Munjoy Hill — and they like it so well, they decide to stay.
Home is someplace between Walden and a woodstove.
In a tiny workshop in Gray, a group of downhill diehards turns local lumber into handcrafted skis with a timeless look.
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?
The holidays shine a light on marine workers’ hidden talents and passions.
A couple carves a homestead out of the woods in Ellsworth.
Cold, dark days call for warm, bright salads. See this recipe for Roasted Delicata Squash and Autumn Greens.
In the woods outside Farmington, a martial-arts champ built a hobby into a lifestyle into a factory.
A Saco woodshop builds iconic Maine furniture — and better lives for employees with disabilities.