When you arrive to your local lake at lunch and the rest of the fishermen are leaving - that may be a bad sign for your day's fishing luck. As for me, I make the most of any situation. Today, I concoct a friendly game of ice bowling with our fishing party. Simple rules apply.
March 23 is Maine Maple Sunday, a Maine tradition. Farms across the state hold open houses and allows the public to tour their shops. A behind the scenes look into a larger scale operation is interesting - trucks collecting sap, large boilers, and the stacks of firewood fueling the operation.
Unfortunately for this unlucky fisherman, his shack found itself on ever-shrinking ice and was slowly sinking near the shoreline. As a dash of warm weather mixed with heavy rain, practice caution.
The moon hangs high and watchful over a quiet Portland in the early AM hours. It's the early sunrises like this, near our lighthouses, that make you grateful to be a Mainer.
Fishing is my ultimate connection to nature, so without hesitation I agreed to a two-day ice fishing trip with long-time friend and Registered Maine Guide, Steve. If only the snow holds off...
Whether it's a farm supplying the neighborhood with produce and livestock or it's an old barn stacked with firewood to keep a family warm this winter - each has a story if we dare open our eyes.
Behind every barn is a story. Behind every story sits a family. Here are a few that I've captured along the way.
There is something simplistic, yet meditative about watching waves wash onto the coast. Maybe it's the white noise, maybe it's mother nature.
Your weekend needs a little fresh air. Grab a friend or family and get over to Bradbury Mountain. It's local and has quite a view. You'll even have time left in the day! And a reason to celebrate with a beer.
With winter snow approaching, an elderly farmer asked for a favor. I also learn a lesson in how to make myself sound more manly.