THE DOWNEAST DILETTANTE

Many newcomers  to Maine bring with them the tribal garb of their former lives.  One mud season later, things usually sort out, and Prada mo...

Last Monday was a beautiful day, unseasonably warm and springlike, and my father got in his pickup and drove himself over to the county s...

One rubs one's eyes in astonishment when one first sees it---a tiny settlement of even tinier Victorian cottages in the woods on a bluf...

I forget things.  It's not age.  I've always been this way.   While my head is in the clouds, pondering such things the influence o...

I awoke at 6:15 this morning.  The sun was rising, the sky a clear brilliant blue, the  temperature minus three--yes minus three--- de...

Blogging is very self-indulgent.  One gets to think out loud about one's interests, and share the musings with interested readers---who...