What we ask of a forest
There is something funny about having adults cram into a school bus. The narrow green seats, the watchful gaze of the driver, the one window left partially open… all of the details brought me back to childhood. Our destination was not school.
Isle au haut
Moving between forest and coastline on Isle au Haut, as fog swallowed the landscape and lobster boats worked somewhere offshore.
River time
An empty swimming hole, an overcast afternoon, and an hour that disappeared beside the river.
Turning Your Head In Nellieville
At Peter Beerits’s sculpture garden in Deer Isle, Maine, my kids knew exactly what to do. I was slower to catch on.
woodstock fog
A lesson from the fog about accepting what is given, and rediscovering the joy of wandering with a camera.
Postcards from Maine
I returned with a Forestry degree after college and spent a summer working in the North Maine woods. I remember my boss, at the time, giving directions, “Drive to the top of New Hampshire, head North through Canada for two hours and then take a right into Maine” Needless to say, I saw many more bears than people that summer. In the years since, I have been fortunate to film and photograph for Yankee Magazine from Kennebunkport to Lubec. One winter I explored Caribou by snow machine, followed by a summer voyage on Moosehead Lake with Captain Rocky aboard the steamboat Katahdin.