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Historic Maine Camps
In the post Civil War era many families found themselves with thirst for engagement beyond the workplace. The drive to be away from it all and immersed in the natural environment gave rise to the "camp" culture that spread across Maine by way of the rusticator. Pictured here is Maine native Cornelia T. Crosby (1854-1946), or “Fly Rod” as she was popularly known, once caught 200 trout on flies in a single day; she was also an early advocate of catch-and-release. Photo 1…
Spirited Revival
Spirited Revival: Rum-making on the rebound in Maine story by Hodding Carter Thanks to a whole lot of red tape, Maine was slower to jump on the micro-distillery wagon than most. A few intrepid businesses took on the challenge, including Dave Woods, 59, owner and operator of Wiggly Bridge Distillery in York, Maine. He spent two years studying distillation, mostly online, and then filed for his federal permit in 2011.
Lubec, Maine
"These slouching buildings on Water Street are remnants of an industry that once powered small towns throughout Eastern Maine. Places like this are important for understanding the heritage of Maine. After all, if we don’t know where we have been, how will we know where we are going." Greg Rössel is referring to Lubec's once bustling smoked fish industry. Resident John McCurdy owned the last of the Lubec commercial smoke houses.
The Camp Wyonegonic flotilla graces Moose Pond, beneath Pleasant Mountain. The camp (originally located on Highland Lake in Bridgton) was founded in 1902 by the Hobbs family and is today the oldest continuously operated camp for girls in the nation. (Camp Winona, for boys, farther up the shore of Moose Pond, was founded by the Hobbses in 1908.)
Canoe the Wild
Our photos for the continuing "The Maine I Love" series come from photographer Dave Conley. He writes about his time in the Allagash Wilderness as both a young man and now as a Registered Maine Guide and founder of the company Canoe the Wild. The images he's captured speak volumes for the sanctity of this Maine wilderness that's entranced nature enthusiasts for years.
The Maine I Love
I am a very opportunistic photographer, finding pleasure in moments of light or shapes that are all around us and snapping shots whenever I see something. I am also incredibly lucky to live on the coast of Maine and make a point of watching for moments of light and reflection, shapes and patterns, tracking the second-by-second shifts as the sun sets over a cove. I often tell my friends that they can smack me if I don’t comment on the glorious views all around us. Chrisso Reault
Maine Artist
Jeffery Becton’s Invented Worlds- This Deer Isle photographer uses digital means to explore “the edges of realism”. Becton's images may seem hyper-real to those Mainers on the coast this winter. In a number of his images, the interiors of houses lose their separation from the outside world. Image: Becton’s photographs often feature porous houses. Waking Up, 2021-2022, is one such digital montage. This piece was originally titled "WTF"
Camden Snow Bowl
Those busy busy beavers. In 2019 some local residents of the Camden Snow Bowl made themselves right at home in the snow making pond. With current winter temps being so shifty, the resort needed the pond and pipes frequently to blow snow on the hill. This proved to be quite difficult when the pipes were clogged with beaver debris. It became a season long battle between the mountain and the beavers. Illustration by Ted Walsh
Life in Maine
"My greatest pleasures have come from sailing, building, and maintaining wooden boats. Nowhere is this as firmly rooted in the coastal culture of communities as in Maine," writes William Clapp in his story "Lifelong Lessons of Time and Tide". The author at the age of four, “under way, but not under way,” secured to the dock at Talmadge’s Boat Yard, Farm River.
Vinalhaven
For Eliot Elisofon, the world was truly his oyster. On assignments for Life Magazine, he traveled to six continents and covered more than 2 million miles during his career. His photographs of Africa, Asia, and the South Pacific brought him fame and introduced these places to millions of readers across the globe. Yet of all the amazing places he witnessed in his storied career, it was a small Maine island that was his pearl.
Ghost Stories
Tales of a ghost ship have been Maine folklore since the 1800s. "The Dead Ship of Harpswell" is a poem written in 1986 by John Greenleaf Whittier. The poem tells the story of a phantom ship that locals claimed to see off the coast near Lookout Point or Potts Point. It was also spotted near Bailey Island, but no one has seen it for over 100 years. According to the Harpswell Historical Society, the ship was described as a four or two mast ship. A spooky day for ghost tales! Getty Images
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