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Stonington
July 2010
By Isaac Kestenbaum | Photographs by Jonathan Laurence
Paradise Lost and Found.
Somewhere off the coast of Deer Isle, I crack open a sea urchin on the rail of a lobster boat.
SELF- Made in Maine
June 2010
By Chelsea Holden Baker / Photographs by KristIn Teig
You’d expect to find them in New York, DC, or Los Angeles, but these natives HAVE made dream careers from home and are the leaders of three companies Maine is proud to call ITS own.
Light Cameras
May 2010
Photography by Brenton Hamilton
The Maine Media Workshops is a photographic mecca in Rockport. Peter A. Smith spoke with the workshop’s founder, its teachers, and some of its worldly disciples
Gibson Fay-LeBlanc
POETRY-May 2010
Edited by Christopher Seid | Illustration by David Wolfe wolfeeditions.com/
Proof #4
ROWING the heirloom sport
By Chelsea Holden Baker | Photographs by Jarrod McCabe
What if you could give your children the gift of health, a calm mind, a connection with the environment, leadership, responsibility, and A lifelong passion? What if you could teach them how to row?
Clammers, Anchors, Herring, Harpswell
By Nancy Heiser | Photographs by Leah Fisher Arsenault
Two peninsulas stretch into Casco Bay, forming an irregular coastline of clam-flats, deepwater harbors, and the well of a giant, imaginary harp. Cross the harp’s well—Harpswell Sound—by boat in no time. But go from Land’s End to Cook’s Corner and back down Potts Point, and you’ll spend hours rolling by long stretches of granite and pine woods and no-nonsense front yards.
Land Rover Defender
By Chelsea Holden Baker | Photographs by Scott Peterman
Mike Smith’s name is as anonymous as the taupe warehouse in Rockland’s Industrial Park where his company, East Coast Rover, quietly custom-builds and restores Land Rovers to better-than-new condition.
As you drive north on Route 90 in Warren, Maine, there’s a clearing on a rise to the left. At 50 miles an hour the field of boxy shapes and sun-baked colors might evoke Anglophilia, African safaris, Italian police, Fidel Castro, the Paris-Dakar Rally, the UN of another era, or the International Red Cross of today. Nearly twenty vintage Land Rovers, from Series-styles to Defenders and a Range Rover, are lined up in front of a hoary warehouse and attached barn. There is no sign, and business does not look good.
2 WHEEL DRIVE
Written by Daphne Howland | Photographs by Nick Lavecchia
They shave their legs. Coffee is their sports drink. They sleep a lot. Daphne Howland hit the road with a group of serious cyclists in their 40s and 50s who have taken New England cycling by storm.
On one of the few bright days in an otherwise wet, doleful spring, anticipation was riding high. Six dozen lean, mean racing machines straddled their bikes, all eager to get back on the saddle after an off-season of Nordic skiing, of battling snow and ice with studded tires, or of just being trapped indoors at home, bikes grounded on stationary trainers and hooked up to power meters to chart the winter’s progress.
Thinking Wrong
Edited by Chelsea Holden Baker / Photographs by Jarrod McCab
John Bielenberg discusses: Thinking wrong and doing right, living in an unprecedented time at the edge of the earth, the fearlessness of Icelanders, and the importance of pie.
John Bielenberg is an expert in thinking wrong. A partner in the San Francisco-based design strategy firm C2 (“Creative Capital”), Bielenberg lives in Belfast, Maine, where he started Project M (“Mentor) in the summer of 2003. Project M is a mental gymnastics camp for young creatives who are already inspired to contribute to the greater good, but are looking for a platform to collaborate and generate ideas and projects bigger than themselves. In the coming year, Bielenberg will convert socially-minded catalysts to “think wrong” in Saudi Arabia; Frankfurt, Germany; Hilo, Hawaii; and The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, among other locations, including one in Maine.
Rogues Gallery
By Michael Williams
Photographed by Mikael Kennedy
On the fourth floor of a building on 26th Street in New York City, there is an enclave of nautical New England, a space full of the lore of the Atlantic, a celebration of seafarers and grizzly wharf types. At first glance you might think you stumbled into a fishermen museum in downtown Portland rather than the New York showroom and part-time creative center of the Maine-based clothing label Rogues Gallery.
Ice Shacks
Jan/Feb 2010
Photographs by Scott Peterman
Guys go out for a lot of different reasons. Mostly it’s about getting away. Shacks are kind of like treehouses for grown men.
The Nordic Heritage Center is a X-Country Skier’s Paradise
March 2010
Written by Sarah E. Getchell / Photographs by Nick LaVecchia + Tim Doak
Deep in the wild expanse of the northern Maine woods, there is a red Swedish-style lodge that lures both Olympic athletes and recreational skiers to Presque Isle. It’s 300 miles from Portland, a stone’s throw from Canada, and in the northeastern corner of the largest, least-populated county east of the Mississippi.
Read more: The Nordic Heritage Center is a X-Country Skier’s Paradise
Gone to Maine
Jan/Feb 2010
Written + Photographed by Jonathan Levitt
Artists come to Maine. They always have. And when they come to Maine they work. Maybe it’s because Maine is a beautiful place, and an industrious place, and a magical place. Maybe it’s because Maine is close to the rest of the art world, but feels so far away. Maybe it’s because they can be here, but while they are here, they can be alone, each in their own world. Some stay the summer, and then return to their suburb or their big city and they miss this place. Others come, and they stay, and they keep staying.
Walking Life
Jan/Feb 2010
By Chelsea Holden Baker | Photography by Kristin Teig
The West End, Portland
If John Calvin Stevens had his way, his pièce de résistance would sit on Portland’s Western Promenade today. Instead of a bronze of Thomas Brackett Reed, Stevens’s state capitol building (modeled on Brunelleschi’s dome in Florence) would command the view of the White Mountains from the center of the promenade. And since airports aren’t built in view of rotundas, the jetport wouldn’t have been built in Stroudwater. The Fore River might have become a sanctuary. Hospitals might have been government complexes. And the Blaine House would likely be the Leighton House.
But the late-nineteenth-century bid to move the state capital to Portland was unsuccessful, and one of the state’s oldest neighborhoods, remained a neighborhood.
Chelsea Holden Baker spoke with eight people about their experience of the West End.
Last Boat
POETRY-Jan/Feb 2010
Edited by Christopher Seid | Illustration by Christopher David Ryan
Betsy Sholl from Late Psalm, University of Wisconsin Press, 2004
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