Category: Sense of Place

For the Birds: Gardening for Wildlife

For the Birds: Gardening for Wildlife

With six decades of gardening experience, Sharon Turner is a resource for many residents of the midcoast who seek to create more wildlife-friendly landscapes. Photo by Marina Schauffler. If you look the right way,...

Maine in 2040: Can You Imagine It?

Maine in 2040: Can You Imagine It?

Instead of relying solely on models and charts, what if we tried to visualize just how different our lives might be in a climate-altered Maine two decades hence? What follows is an imaginative portrait...

Caught in a Jam: Facing Overtourism

Caught in a Jam: Facing Overtourism

Traffic congestion at Acadia National Park. Photo courtesy of Friends of Acadia.   Overtourism, a new term for a growing global phenomenon, captures how popular destinations can become overrun and degraded, diminishing both visitor...

Taking a Bird’s-eye View

Taking a Bird’s-eye View

On Mother’s Day, I received a surprise gift. In the peach tree just outside our kitchen, an eastern bluebird and Baltimore oriole alighted simultaneously. It was approaching dusk, and the departing sun lit up...

Dimming the Lights

Dimming the Lights

A boundless dome of darkness overhead – lit only by crystalline stars – is one of Maine’s most imperiled natural assets. The Milky Way visible above Acadia National Park cannot be seen with the...

The Unifying Power of Place

The Unifying Power of Place

There’s great comfort to being in a place where – even in solitude – you’re not alone. When no other humans are at my extended family’s rustic camp, I’m still surrounded. The picnic table,...

The Dangers of Hierarchical Thinking

The Dangers of Hierarchical Thinking

“The old Lakota was wise. He knew that man’s heart away from nature becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing living things soon led to lack of respect for humans too.”...

Pointless Pollution, Maddening Noise

Pointless Pollution, Maddening Noise

It’s a gorgeous summer morning, fragrant with the scents of lilac and abelia, but my office windows are shut. A swarm of leaf blowers has descended just down the road, generating plumes of dust...