Carrabassett Valley
My husband Derek and I have only been on the road an hour when my cousin Ben calls to say, “You’d better not still be at work!” He is also en route to the big blue triangle, a winter sanctuary
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Capture: Belfast
I took this photograph at my house in Belfast. Living by the water is new to me and I can’t help but be a little blown away by the stunning views that each season presents. I try to keep a
The Sporting Life
In 1965, the University of Maine football team traveled to Orlando, Florida, to compete against the East Carolina Pirates at the Tangerine Bowl. Although the Pirates bested the Black Bears with a score of 31 to zero, the event earned
The Wild Blueberry Yonder
How the wild Maine blueberry became and international health icon. In the summer of 1974 I was living in a small cabin in Township 7, the southernmost unnamed township in Maine, between Steuben on the coast and Cherryfield on the
Trail Rising
On a summer day after lunch, we park our station wagon, unload the bikes, and I’m already thinking about the trains. Washington Junction is a rambling rail yard of sheds, lots, and remnant and restored train cars a couple of
Mount Katahdin
From all over the world, hikers come to stand on top of Katahdin and look out at Maine’s ancient and seemingly infinite wilderness. On a clear day, you can spot the shapes of Bigelow Range in the distance as well
The Quiet Stories of the Cape Elizabeth Land Trust
A Walk in the Woods with CELTs Longtime Executive Director Chris Franklin. On Ocean House Road, tucked behind a row of trees, the Cape Elizabeth Land Trust headquarters are easy to miss. The former garage is covered in brown shingles.
From Doctor to Patient
My yearlong cancer journey It has been a year since I sat in an Old Port restaurant, surrounded by my sisters and mother, and told my three kids I had breast cancer. It had been my intention to break the
Capture: The road to Sugarloaf
I was on my way home, driving on Route 16 through Kingfield. This spot is a favorite of mine to take photographs because of the view of Mount Abram. Many days as I drive west, if I know I’m going to
