But of all the water’s secrets, he saw today only a single one — one that struck his soul. He saw that this water flowed and flowed, it was constantly flowing, and yet it was always there; it was always eternally the same and yet new at every moment! Oh, to be able to grasp this, to understand this!
– Herman Hesse, Siddhartha
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Tuesday 207 Paintings are exclusive to The Maine. They depict the land, the light and the people that make this state a state of wonder. Jessica is editor of The Maine and writes occasionally as The Outsider.
Land-locked salmon have been swimming in the waters of Grand Lake Stream since the last ice age. It is home to one of the four native pools of land-locked salmon in the United States.
207 Paintings post everyish Tuesday around 5:30am EST on both The Maine and jessicaleeives.com. Save thirty percent on a 4×4 inch oil on panel painting by making your purchase within the first week of its posting. Instead of $300 pay just $207, a number which just happens to be the Maine state area code.
Tuesday 207 Paintings are exclusive to The Maine. They depict the land, the light and the people that make this state a state of wonder. Jessica is editor of The Maine and writes occasionally as The Outsider.
Many thanks to Maine Boats Homes & Harbors for featuring Jonathan’s words and my paintings in their January/February issue! “The Joy of Pond Hockey” was originally published here on The Maine and begins:
Every winter The Carpenter’s Boat Shop sets up a hockey rink on a small pond in New Harbor. Built with 2x6s screwed into a 2×4 base, the height of the rink is just enough to keep the puck in and the snow out. Still, it’s a lot of work trying to maintain an outdoor rink all winter. At the end of every snowstorm we put on our skates and shovel the ice with the same care and precision we use to build boats….
207 Paintings post everyish Tuesday around 5:30am EST on both The Maine and jessicaleeives.com. Save thirty percent on a 4×4 inch oil on panel painting by making your purchase within the first week of its posting. Instead of $300 pay just $207, a number which just happens to be the Maine state area code.
Tuesday 207 Paintings are exclusive to The Maine. They depict the land, the light and the people that make this state a state of wonder. Jessica is editor of The Maine and writes occasionally as The Outsider.
MAIN, THE: The mainland. Early European fishermen found the offshore islands of Maine, and beyond them the main, which explains the state’s name. James Rosier, official scribe for the George Weymouth expedition of 1605, says as much: “Our captaine discovered up a great river trending alongst into the maine about forty miles.” The final e on both captaine and maine is merely olde English orthography. The mainland is still called the main by people on Vinalhaven, Matinicus, Criehaven, and Monhegan, who say, “I’m going to the main tomorrow.” (There is an identical situation in South America, where the term Spanish Main originally meant the mainland of that continent.)
Two times a week I work at the Camden Snow Bowl teaching fourth graders how to snowboard. The hardest part of the day is not learning how to get on the chairlift or how to move with one foot strapped in. It’s when the kids change out of their snowboarding boots and have to find the winter boots they came with.
Without a doubt, the most popular boot for the fourth grade children of Maine is the camouflage boot by Bogs; and the hardest part of matching kid to boot is that they all wear the same size. More than once I’ve heard teachers and chaperons tell their kids, “Don’t worry about it now, just put that pair on and we’ll sort it out back at school.” Good luck with that!
A similar problem occurred after a recent birthday party at my sister’s house. My wife and I were the first ones to leave and I took a photo of their mudroom with six other pairs of black Muck boots the other guests had worn over. Luckily, I was the only one that wore a size 11.
I used to drive what some would consider the Maine state car: a hunter green Subaru Outback. At least once a year I would get in, only to be surprised by how clean it was, or wonder why my key wouldn’t fit the ignition. It was someone else’s car! Apparently we all drive Subaru’s and nobody locks their doors! So don’t get upset the next time you find yourself at a party with two other men wearing the same L.L. Bean flannel shirt. Instead, embrace the fact that we all know a good thing when we see it. Even if you see it more than once.
Finding live bait on New Year’s Day was easier than we thought. Pushaw’s Trading Post in Hope sold us twelve night crawlers and gave us directions to a man named Charlie who lived a few miles down the road and has been selling bait since he was four years old. He had three large tanks in his garage with live shiners separated by size: small, medium, and large. We paid four dollars for a dozen fish that were between two and three inches in length. I held the bucket in my lap as we drove back to Camden, watching the small fish swim around in their new home. After putting on warmer clothes and grabbing our fishing gear, we drove to the cove between Codman Island and the old fish hatchery on Megunticook Lake. Jessica’s brother, Tim, had a vintage spoon blade ice auger that kept us warm as we drilled five holes out by hand. At -5 degrees and with a strong wind blowing down the lake, our sweat quickly turned to ice as we set the first trap of the day on the first day of the year.
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207 Paintings post everyish Tuesday around 5:30am EST on both The Maine and jessicaleeives.com. Save thirty percent on a 4×4 inch oil on panel painting by making your purchase within the first week of its posting. Instead of $300 pay just $207, a number which just happens to be the Maine state area code.
Tuesday 207 Paintings are exclusive to The Maine. They depict the land, the light and the people that make this state a state of wonder. Jessica is editor of The Maine and writes occasionally as The Outsider.
