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...
Category: Sense of Place
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
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
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
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
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...
Treasures of the Dark
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, And find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, And is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. — Wendell Berry In movies, books and...
Places of Paradox: the Lure of Maine Islands
Before the sun rises over a neighboring island, a translucent plum of moon slips into clouds tinged pink with the approaching day. The full moon has drawn the tide to an astronomical low, revealing...
