Maine is a land of seemingly endless pine forests and pristine, but harsh, ocean and coastline. Maine elicits a feeling, a sense garnered from being in it, which is hard to explain. There is something in Maine, something in its people and in its land, which is raw and pure. The Summers are crisp and [...]
Posted on January 21st, 2008 by admin
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Winter is not a season but a place in time. It is a person and a destination. There is no drawing nigh of the state of Winter but only a travelling North to it, by us. Spring is in the East: The place of dawn and the rising sun. Summer is in the South: The [...]
Posted on January 13th, 2008 by admin
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The ground is newly wet outside, leaves lie caked and congealed upon one another in dense piles of detritus. There is something mellow in the air. The sun is a wispy blotch of light concealed behind the remaining cloud cover. There are wet piles of dog shit scattered throughout the backyard.
Do you want to eat [...]
Posted on January 13th, 2008 by admin
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You have to be amazed. You have to always, always try to be amazed.
Posted on January 8th, 2008 by admin
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