“Like the turkey vultures, I had come to Maine to make myself a good life.”
Perhaps animals gave us our first lesson in aesthetics, and that’s why we scrawled their images onto cave walls.
Audubon taught me about the splendors of this continent’s wildness and about the human savagery often pitted against it.
We know the dangers amphibians face: the diseases that sicken them, the destruction of habitat, the roads.
Sea vegetables are something Maine is beginning to be known for.
Author Susan Hand Shetterly’s first Room with a View column.
“As you get older, those seasons accelerate, arriving and departing like houseguests — hardly time to clean up after one before the next one is on the doorstep.”
The legacies of my generation, individual and collective, will be various: much to boast about and much to be ashamed of.
This November’s midterm elections pit us against each other in ways that seem to have precious little to do with realities grounded in our local and national geographies or their histories.
Early last April, a pair of ospreys — newlyweds, so to speak — built themselves a nest there. Every so often, we’d see one or the other of them…
Those rivers, those woods, those creatures, that country: The Way Life Is.
“Rare birds, high-value birds, please us. But no more than the cliff swallows that once arrived in abundance every spring.”