Features
Painter Leo Brooks left a late-life legacy of Monhegan watercolors.
Of all the gin joints in the world, Sweetgrass Farm Winery and Distillery is a good one to walk into.
- Photography by: Jeff Scher
A day trip into the Gulf of Maine offers a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the ocean giants who summer just off our coastline. Here’s a whale primer of sorts to help you bone up on your baleen before you set out on the high seas.
An elite group of Maine State Police investigators has earned national acclaim for cracking the most disturbing computer crimes imaginable.
- Photography by: Benjamin Magro
Two hundred years after his birth, the question of why Hannibal Hamlin, of Maine, was replaced as Lincoln’s vice president retains all its historic poignancy.
At Fryeburg Harbor Antiques & Fine Arts, the garden might just be the grandest canvas of all. An exclusive excerpt from a new book.
For more than thirty years, the talented designers at Liberty Graphics have been reinventing the stereotypical Maine souvenir.
Visit a dramatic corner of Acadia National Park and one of the last great Down East fishing communities.
- Photography by: rgbpixels
Departments
Have you ever been to this pretty harbor, which shares a name with places in Nova Scotia and Antigua?
- Photography by: Dean Abramson
Return of the Down East Doryman, why crows and skunks love your yard, Norway as New England's hub, and other random musings from Maine.
How the Pelletiers Became America's Most Famous Loggers
A York Beach oasis is the perfect end to a fun-filled day at the shore.
- Photography by: Chris Becker
A Waterville writer tackles the end of the earth in his award-winning Everything Matters!
Two teenagers ran an unusual ferry service fifty years ago.
Mainers take note: You don't have to head to the Lone Star State to taste great barbecue sauce.
The official I-95 “Welcome to Maine” sign is the state’s way of saying hello. Now there’s a new welcome sign of sorts for your own home: a Maine lobster rope doormat.
I was relieved to own something so solid, beautiful, and rooted in the past.
My first job was working as a paperboy in Scarborough. Writing that sentence makes me feel like a walking, talking anachronism. Even worse for my ego, the paper I delivered was the Evening Express: the long deceased sibling of the Portland Press Herald.
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