Category: Sense of Place

Grieving Big Changes along Maine’s Shore

Grieving Big Changes along Maine’s Shore

I walk the shore in a place I have known longer than memory stretches. There are wide expanses of rugged beach, a tide-tumbled assortment of small rocks, sand and crushed shells. From afar, it...

An Apple Proposition

An Apple Proposition

“Pick your way through these piles of colorful orbs… and you will get a sense of the many things an apple can be, the many roles it can play in our lives. If there...

Envisioning a Changed World through Art

Envisioning a Changed World through Art

 “I sing now like the North American brown thrasher who at one point in its song orchestrates four different notes: one grieves, another frets, a third prays, but a fourth celebrates.” Greg Delanty, “The...

In Awe of the Moon

In Awe of the Moon

“It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century or even once in a human generation, this little headland would be thronged with spectators....

Invisible Green–The Need to Better Promote Maine’s Sustainability Work

Invisible Green–The Need to Better Promote Maine’s Sustainability Work

I set out this week to write about how easy it is to travel more sustainably by patronizing businesses that do right by the environment. But to my surprise, it still takes effort in...

Lasting Impact of Conserved Lands

Lasting Impact of Conserved Lands

When Land for Maine’s Future began in 1987, I had a front-row seat – working at the State Planning Office, where the program was housed. New state programs don’t typically generate much spectator interest,...

Belonging to Place–Even in Mud Season

Belonging to Place–Even in Mud Season

In the muddy-puddle depths of April, winter’s white has turned road-sand brown while summer’s uplifting palette is still a mirage. If I were ever to fall out of love with Maine, it would be...

Rest and Renewal Outdoors

Rest and Renewal Outdoors

In the first of her “Little House” books, Laura Ingalls Wilder describes a Sunday afternoon in her grandfather’s youth. He and his brothers had just built a sled, but the Sabbath had begun before...