Rose Iuro-Damon dips into ice-covered Somes Pond. She’s a member of Cold Tits, Warm Hearts, a group that hosts swims on MDI throughout the winter. After Puranjot Kaur wades up to her shoulders into 36 ...

A bald eagle visits me every day. I have learned to recognize his voice as he approaches, a querulous complaint against the crows that usually accompany him like a desperate ring of courtiers vying ...

When Will Bonsall was growing up in Waterville in the 1950s and ’60s, his family lived modestly, and their grocery budgets were often tight. His folks weren’t much for gardening, and what fresh ...

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Growing up in Maine’s capital in the ’80s and ’90s, Justin Fecteau thought of Water Street, the heart of downtown Augusta, as a museum that was always closed. “It was my parents and grandparents ...

The Maine woods have not been treated gently these past 400 years. Once European settlers had a toehold, they set to felling trees to build homes, open up fields, and make money. White pine was “the ...

Lately, Noah Yoder has gotten into watch repair. He’s a craftsman at heart, and the clapboard workshop on his 100-acre dairy farm in Fort Fairfield is cluttered with the tools and tokens of his ...

One of the strangest parts about being famous in the particular way that Nirav Shah is famous is that strangers often approach him and burst into tears. That and the Diet Cokes, cans of which get tied ...

Has anyone described Maine’s most iconic mammal more memorably than Henry David Thoreau in The Maine Woods? “Singularly grotesque and awkward to look at,” he wrote. “They made me think of great ...

Lynne Drexler lived in a white-clapboard house at the end of a long, narrow lane on Monhegan Island, at the foot of a steep slope that climbs to a cemetery, then to a squat granite lighthouse. Her ...

The first time Gilbert Butler saw kayakers running a wild river, he was a young man visiting Maine. Even then, he was a capable outdoorsperson, fond of hiking and canoeing around his family home of ...

One sunny afternoon in late July, 12-year-old Zachary Wallace stood on a float beneath the Eastport pier, fishing for mackerel. To one side of him, lobsterboats bobbed at their moorings, backdropped ...