Cool sails quiet on ocean air Fog grips the coves and inlets where The sun is veiled in Maine’s embrace Those ‘from away’ softly despair. They’ve spent a year in... Read More
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… on a joyful perspective
My grandmother and grandfather lived in a small house in Woburn, Massachusetts that seemed huge. And every Sunday after attending our respective churches, my Aunt P.’s family and my... Read More
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… on more maine wordS with friendS (that’s you!)
In the as-of-the-day-before-yesterday tradition of redefining wordS (which I am sharing with you so now I am calling ‘Maine WordS with FriendS’ because we are sharing in the way... Read More
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… on a new maine dictionary
The other day I wrote that Maine is “a place where words are redefined on a daily basis”, and then I gave a for instance for clarification and I... Read More
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… on discovering the gardens
When I’m in Maine, it is easy (and, c’mon, natural) to be drawn to the water. Because, here’s why: The boats (Maine’s summer ‘traffic’), the folks in and on the... Read More
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… on maine interrupted
In addition to being ocean-y here, it is also pine-y. There is something so deeply ingrained in my psyche about the combination of pine trees and a rocky shore... Read More
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… on feeling twenty-two (plus a couple of decades (plus))
Taylor Swift sings a song about being twenty-two. The chorus is “I don’t know about you, but I’m feelin’ twenty-two…” And it is as young and punchy sounding as... Read More
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… on jungle cats… er…dogs
I know. Powerful. Elegant. And I can now tell you…. move-y. This thing moves all the time. Not only do you need to find this creature, but then you have... Read More
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… on hole-y marshal dillon dingle.
In photography, when you take a photo and then you don’t do anything to it, because you do not rent Photoshop or are too lazy to download free programs... Read More
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… on the relativity of a pile of crap
The other day, I was hangin’ out down at Baby Beach. Baby Beach has the official name of Hendricks Head, but we have called it Baby Beach since we... Read More
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… on me and stephen hawking and twister
This morning I met Fred, a human, in the Old Barn. I made the point because there is also Fred-the-dog, who doesn’t really know anything about barns, other than... Read More
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… on a late mid coast afternoon in black and white
Yesterday I headed out with my camera at about five in the afternoon and snapped and clicked lazily while the breeze blew off the water and the boats drifted... Read More