There’s a woodshop in Maine where you’re just as likely to hear the soulful strumming of an electric guitar as the buzz of a saw. Either way, you’re hearing Jim Macdonald’s heart and soul. If we’re being honest, though, the sound of the saw is less of a buzz and more of an insistent squeaking. […]
For over 20 years, Valerie and Gerry Hoff have whittled away at the discarded fruits of the annual moose hunting season — the bones.
What do you think of when you think of Maine? Is it a soft coastal breeze, warm and salty with the smell of the ocean? Is it livestock grazing in an endless, rolling field? Is it the vibrant green of summer, the breathtaking reds of fall, the stark white of the winter or the flowers […]
When Melanie Darrigo’s mom was diagnosed with a severe form of dementia, she felt like her mother’s words were escaping her, lost forever. So she did the only thing she could think to save them: painted them on signs.
Small curls of beeswax are building up on Hélène Farrar‘s fork as she delicately carves into her artwork, her intent invisible to the untrained eye. Her hands sweep across the wings of a large owl, brushing aside the bits she leaves behind. Her brow creases as she assesses the impressions she’s making in the image […]
Maine’s not the first place you’d expect to find plants usually found in dry, desert climates with a natural aversion to the wet and the cold. But over 90 varieties flourish in Etna under the loving, attentive hands of Hannah Todd, owner of Brickhouse Succulents.
Kate McLeod has never had a real job. But ultimately, that’s the goal. Have fun. Love life. Make something that brings joy to others. Don’t ever feel like you have a real job.
Imagine hating something that keeps you up at night. That makes you go hungry. That consumes your thoughts, your time and much of the space in your home. Now imagine loving it.
Christian Carlson is a man obsessed. Addicted. In love. With fish.
How does a Maine forester go back into the woods of the late 1970s without a time machine? By burning things, of course. At least, that’s how Roger Ryder does it. And even sans time machine, he’d like to take you with him. Now you might be like, woah, Micky. Slow down. I’m not sure I want to […]