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Breakfasts, these days. Or, this week. Above the rising and falling tides of coastal Maine, way up there and over to the east, and not at th...

  The water comes up, and then it goes down, and then it does it again. This is high tide, and we perched on the edge to picnic. But at low ...

Is one morally bound to discuss acts of war, if one is a(war)e of them, while walking in the autumn woods of a Maine shoreline, Downeast? Di...

For me, much of the appeal of traveling - even a small distance - is to meet the plants that grow in the other place. (I can't imagine w...

Within a week of leaving this cottage in Maine last September I had booked another week, for this spring. We had no idea what the travel sit...