If you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are, wrote Wendell Berry. Where we are is Maine. What does it mean to be here? What does it mean to really be here — for a moment, for a memory, for a lifetime? Here begins an artful dialogue about the wonders of the state, and a state of wonder.
I suspect nothing could be as useful, as generative of joy and mercy,
as energizing and refreshing, as nakedly holy, as a faucet of wonder
that never shuts off.
photo by Jon Levitt