Monday, July 27, 2020, dawned sultry and bright on Bailey Island, a village of about 400 full-time residents in the midcoast town of Harpswell. Early that morning, lobsterboats sputtered out of ...

Growing up in Maine’s capital in the ’80s and ’90s, Justin Fecteau thought of Water Street, the heart of downtown Augusta, as a museum that was always closed. “It was my parents and grandparents ...

One of the strangest parts about being famous in the particular way that Nirav Shah is famous is that strangers often approach him and burst into tears. That and the Diet Cokes, cans of which get tied ...

When a light rain falls on the Allagash, which is often this time of year, the river sounds like it’s sizzling. The soft white noise complements the soft white fog that hovers above the water’s ...

Nancy Hopkins-Davisson never really heard herself until she heard herself on television. The year was 1975, and Nancy — then just Hopkins, a high-school student born and raised on the island of North ...

Sears Island is a wooded, egg-shaped piece of land in Penobscot Bay, about the size of New York City’s Central Park. Connected to the mainland via causeway, the island could provide commercial access ...

The forest is falling away behind us when Scot Bubier turns his hatchback off the dirt road he calls Smuggler’s Lane and into a meadow, following a track of flattened grass. To our right is the edge ...

Boon Island Light: Is New England’s tallest lighthouse a dark horse? It sure has a dark history. Photo by Frederick Bloy Let’s get one thing straight: there are no bad lighthouses. Maine’s squattest ...

I remember the first time I went to an old-fashioned soda fountain as a kid. I was maybe 12 or 13, and new owners had just reopened a 1920s drugstore not far from where my family lived, in Pittsburgh.

Photos by Susan Cole Kelly From our September 2012 issue No doubt you’ve had plenty of time (stuck in Route 1 traffic) to admire Wiscasset’s sign declaring it “The Prettiest Village in Maine.” Such a ...

In 2016, Carly Bahler arrived in Madawaska to study the local French. She was a PhD student with midwestern vowels and an infectious sort of brio, and soon after checking in at her convent turned ...

We open on the rotating globe: some brown, a bit of green, but mostly the mottled blue of a single world ocean. Blooming with phytoplankton in its light-filled reaches and sheltering, in its depths, ...