Maine is gorgeous. Maine is large. If you think the world is small, I invite you to drop yourself off, deep in the woods Up North, and wait for nightfall.
Moosehead region. First Roach.
New England wears many faces. Churning toughness into each of us without our permission, but with our blessing. Photo taken in Southern Maine.
Let’s hope this stays unchanged. Photo taken just beyond Kokadjo.
Drawn to the beaten. Even this. Southern Maine.
Down East. Machias. A funny thing, how an approaching storm calms.
Is that a road? Might be. Or, you’ll walk to it and find it’s nothing at all. Moosehead region. Let’s find a store.
Every time I pass this old store I become happy. The beginning of the beginning is happening. You know where this is.
Although, you can’t get there from here.
Certainly though, you can get here from there. -You know where this is!
Down East again. How many coastal towns look much like this? It is said this town sees the morning sun first. Google. Ready to go home?
Maybe not to you. But, this is a home.
And this. The so called, ‘March Blizzard of 2017.’ Southern Maine.
And really here now is home. As my son realizes he’s not alone.
I’m drawn to the toughness of Maine. Both in its natural state and within its industrial towns that have been slightly forgotten. Much like my home town of Turner’s Falls in Western, MA. (Gill actually.) I love these towns. I’m proud of them. I see potential even in the crumbling buildings. But let us not pretend that Maine isn’t a snow globe. Because it really is. My Western, MA friends- I owe you one of these articles. It’s coming.
All photo’s taken by me. I’m no photographer. I just point and click at things.
Ps, I wrote a short story. That story became self published, thanks to my wife Megan. If interested you can read reviews or read the story via the amazon link below. Cheers.