The Maine
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Tag: rain

Cold As A Dog And The Wind Northeast

from Maine Lingo: Boiled Owls, Billdads, & Wazzats by John Gould COLD AS A DOG AND THE WIND NORTHEAST: A most excellent term to show the magic and charm with which Mainers adorn their speech, and the title of a book by Ruth Moore. There is nothing in God’s great world so cold as a short-haired dog faithfully sitting […]

We All Have Our Reasons: #7

a recent facebook status update: I laughed out loud just now as I ran out in the rain shirtless, with a knife in my hand and lightning in the distance, to cut some chard for dinner. That’s what.

Miraculous Day

photograph and text by Brian Willson I heard the rain while awakening, so I went back to sleep and didn’t rise until the decadent hour of 7:30 a.m. And I didn’t get out into the drizzle and rain and fog until late this afternoon. With Jack. My dog. Quite a few birds, despite the less-than-ideal […]

Weather

poem by Dave Morrison Wall of fog, sheets of rain; this day has all the components of an old house – the lightning a cracked mirror, the sun a dim bulb, the wind a spirit moving from room to room.

photographs and text by Lisa Dorr of Le Bouton Studio today the rain is falling in great drops, in great numbers! i’m up in the studio, getting ready to sew for the day. the woodstove is chugging along downstairs in the woodshop with a hot kindling fire to take the damp off. i love this day! the […]

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 […]

The Week In Weather

photographs by Jane Kurko

Advent, Day 8: Wild Crow Motorcycle Tour

Dear readers, Join The Maine for an adventure a day, each day of this advent season — big or small, by land or sea, with friends or solo, in image or word, exuberant or contemplative, real or conceptual. We live in a state of wonder, its wide open spaces anticipating our hope and joy. It’s day eight and […]

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