The Maine
An artful dialogue about the wonders of the state.

Month: May, 2013

Free For The Taking

an ongoing search by Shannon Thompson

We All Have Our Reasons: #354

Recently posted to instagram: She knows where I reside, and she’s making sure I know that she knows…obnoxious #blackbellysheep

Beat Mud Season and Blackflies with Armachillo

photographs and text by Steve Vose The fine folks at Duluth Trading Company have gone and done it again, creating yet another fantastic product. This latest creation is a microscopic jade embedded, ultralight weight wicking fabric that actually lowers skin temperature! The clothing containing this space age technology, that I do not even attempt to comprehend, comes […]

Spring Turkey Season 2013

photographs and text by Steve Vose Spring Turkey Season was a lot of fun this year and I was fortunate enough to harvest two nice birds. The first a 20 pounder with a 9 inch beard and 1 inch spurs, shot on May 4th. The second bird was a 14.5 pounder with a 9.5 inch beard […]

Louise Nevelson

from the EQ My total conscious search in life has been for a new seeing, a new image, a new insight. This search not only includes the object, but the in-between place. The dawns and the dusks. The objective world, the heavenly spheres, the places between the land and sea…Whatever creation man invents, the image […]

Tuesday 207

painting by Jessica Stammen About this painting: Memorial Day Weekend 2013 was a wash out in Maine. In years past it has marked the time when  cabins on Megunticook Lake are aired out after the long winter; docks go in the water, grills are fired up, and a few hardy water skiers might even don wetsuits […]

Geography Of Youth

interview by The Geography Of Youth Editor’s note: We’re happy to feature interviews with Millenial Mainer’s in support of what could become the largest participatory portrait of a generation, ever. Find the link to contribute your story below. Name: Jessica. Age: 32. I am from: Maine, mostly. I currently live in: Midcoast Maine. I currently […]

Rain Crow

poem by Dave Morrison Rain Crow Rain runs down black crow’s back, drips from his beak. He waits. He is high in the branches of a lightning-blasted tree, a tree shaped like an upside-down pear with a bite taken out. He waits. Below and to the east the river chews at its banks, rainwater the […]

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