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The Places Between 13

Summer is here, the rain is mostly holding off, and I am back on the road exploring the beautiful state of Maine….

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The Last Remnants of Wiscasset’s Ships

For over 5 years, I’ve retreated to the Wiscasset town dock as it's one of the closest places I can access the ocean, though technically it sits on a tidal river. I would sit on the old benches that lined the parking lot with my feet dangling over the water…

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Joy

For the first time ever, I consulted the Farmer’s Almanac. I'm just tired of the rain. For the past week, I've been standing by my window like a Victorian era ghost, staring out at the world as rain drops blurred the landscape between the street lights…

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The Places Between 12

Parcels of public land dot Maine's waterfront in unassuming ways without title or advertisement…

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The Places Between 11

Next to state lines and between rolling hills sits a small mudflat revealed at low tide…

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What Didn’t Make The Cut

Sometimes I just don’t have the space to put all the pictures I take into my blog posts, so this week I’m sharing a few that didn’t make the cut…

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The Places Between 10

There are few things as enjoyable as visiting a beach during the off season…

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Gentle Steps

Five years ago, I startled a couple while walking along the wooded paths of the Cutler Coast Public Reserved Land.

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The Places Between 9

One thing I’ve come to learn through my travels around Maine is that there are hundreds of little, beautiful public spaces…

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Fort Foster

For late October, the temperature was quite warm on Maine’s southernmost coastline. I stepped out of my car and onto the soil of the 90 acre property of Fort Foster.