News of Maine's Coast and Islands
Tufts of pink fiberglass insulation floated over the neighborhood…
Sometimes a barge works with your schedule and sometimes you wait for days or weeks…
In the middle of winter, on a tiny island off the coast of Maine, I don’t think there’s a much better feeling than standing next to a wood stove, absorbing all the warmth I want.
Do I really want to ride through “that” to go driving in “that?”
I can’t imagine what they thought, arriving upon a rather somber and not too chatty assemblage…
Island caretakers mirror steps they took in May, but with much less stress.
I stayed still, for a minute longer, to make sure my brain was capturing the positive imagery.
I felt like part of the team as I found a table in the attic for Kwami’s work surface.
Anyone around Little Cranberry Island would say my husband Bruce, a lobster fisherman, has a knack for getting involved in some very interesting media situations. (See “One lobsterman’s 15 minutes of fame” at workingwaterfrontarchives.org.)