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

Month: January, 2014

Happy New Year

photographs and text by Sharon Kitchens I hope 2014 is already off to a great start for you all! May it be a wonderful year all around, filled with many new successes and of course lots of great food. After the first storm: Morning after the ice storm: This storm – I woke up several […]

Mom on the ferry ride home from Vinalhaven.

photograph by Emily Qualey

B, Begin With

an excerpt from Maine Lingo: Boiled Owls, Billdads, & Wazzats by John Gould B, BEGIN WITH  In early Maine days, amongst deep water sailors rather than fishermen, there was superstition about naming a vessel anything which commenced with an A. Tales were told of the dire mishaps that befell the Arethusa and the Alice. Indeed, one of the last bankers out of Maine […]

On Baking Bread (By One Who Can’t)

photographs and text by John Ames I’ve always thought of baking as a fussy, magical, messy kind of enterprise. Part math, part Merlin and part “how did all that stuff get on the floor”. I’ve occasionally tried baking myself with mixed results. (That assessment is a little generous.) When my boys were young I went […]

Coconut Cream Pie With Graham Cracker Crust

recipe and text by Megan Bedford photographs by Justin Gove It’s less than two weeks until baby’s due date, and last night I awoke with what was perhaps my only, or at least my most intense and bizarre food craving. (Editor’s note: Megan’s due date is this week! We’re reposting this recipe with a small […]

Tuesday 207

painting by Jessica Stammen My husband tells me that there’s a saying in boat building: “Leave it as long as you can, for as long as you can.” At The Carpenter’s Boat Shop they leave their transoms long until the sides of a vessel are fastened. Then they bend a batten and shape the transom into […]

First time at the Farnsworth. Wyeth. Why yes.

photograph by Kathi Bahr

It’s Winter, Let’s Bond

photographs and text by Karen Zimmermann People post photos of their thermometers when it registers minus six, or minus twelve, and there is a heck of a lot of talk about degrees, wind chill factor, frozen pipes, and all the things that accompany record colds. But there is not much whining or self-pity. We live here. […]

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