• Apples off the tree
    November 23

    When I said I was going to write about apples Kaitlyn’s eyes lit up. “I love picking apples on the island. It’s one of my most favorite things to do! Getting outside in the fall sun, picking with a view of the water, it’s the best.

  • Sailing to Islesfod
    October 26

    There is comfort to be found in the small community that comes together to share the burden of grief.

  • Islesford Dock as seen from water
    September 24

    By this time, I and others have usually made our way through the odd feeling that comes at the end of August. Overtired from working days and staying out later than usual at night, we have scrambled for every last chance to see friends before saying those parting words, “Have a good winter!”

  • Being photographed on the boat.
    August 25

    I’m curious why tourists never ask what it’s like being a year-round resident in the summer when island populations quadruple, the mailboat is full to capacity, and there is so much more traffic on Mount Desert Island.

  • doughnuts on baking sheet
    July 20

    I heard descriptions of Sadie opening the door of her house and calling out, “I’m fryin’!” on the days she made those delicious doughnuts.

  • bird at the window
    June 15

    I know he was being territorial, but I like to imagine it as avian curiosity about our human world.

  • sailing toward Islesford
    May 20

    Bruce Fernald recently traveled to the Napa Valley to attend the 17th Annual Worlds of Flavor International Conference and Festival at the Culinary Institute of America. He participated in a seminar with Sam Hayward and Cara Stadler, two Maine chefs, who were cooking lobster in various forms.

  • Italy
    April 17

    I indicated Bruce was "un pescatore," and one of the men mimed using a fly fishing rod. "No," I said, but then I was at a loss. Saying "lobster" and opening and closing my hands like claws definitely did not translate!

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  • Sea smoke, Rockland
    March 13

    On one night in February, low tide and an overabundance of ice chunks at Islesford prevented the commuter boat from being able to land. I never realized how much I count on my freedom to come and go as a coping mechanism for an island winter. Whenever the weather caused a boat cancelation I was peeved, even if I wasn't planning to go off the island that day! I was exasperated that the weather had once again taken away my choice.

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