
This pristine 1820’s home on Green Street overlooks Castine Bay.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

This pristine 1820’s home on Green Street overlooks Castine Bay.

The statue, a leftover from a television series set in the town, really does look much better in the yellow slicker than the blue-gray one before. But he still doesn’t look like any of the real characters I’ve encountered living here.

Just up the coast from us, what I’m told is a Canadian research vessel.

Eastern European music features low bass notes prominently. I listened to this group with envy. They were doing an all-Ukraine program.

The Maine Balkan Choir international music and dance ensemble performs at the annual Common Ground Fair during hour-long breaks in the big contradance tent. The choir rehearses in three subgroups across the state and then comes together for events like this.
Their closest location to me is Ellsworth, two -and-a-half hours away.


I hope they have a big, happy, extended family and tons of good friends. (Plus plenty of hired help for the upkeep.)
This coastal manor is in Bristol, Maine.

Along the Machias River, Whitneyville, Maine.


The delivery of cut, split firewood means I’ll be spending much of my upcoming time stacking it neatly. With luck, this will then season for a year before warming our house.
Alas, stacking it also means feeling my age. And how!

Just walkin’ along and there they were.


Where, for heaven’s sake, would this place be? We don’t have a lot of options in our remote rim of Maine.
And then I was told the restaurant was a late and lamented site a block from my home, now reincarnated as an echo of the grill and bar next door. Only, perchance, a shade better.
Well, as a reaction, I did have an appropriate Greek slang expression I’d found earlier when researching background for my novel What’s Left, not that I’ll quote it here.