

Wait till the tide rolls in.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall


Wait till the tide rolls in.



Can you imagine big wooden sailing vessels being launched here for voyages to China, Hawaii, or San Francisco? But they were, including majestic clipper ships.
Now there’s a proposal to dam the small river to capture the tides and use them to generate electricity. A major question is how that would affect the newly restored migratory fish run with tens of thousands of alewives a day heading upstream this time of year.

They’re with us all summer.

Growing up in Ohio, this would have blown my mind. Now I almost take it for granted.
On what was the Asa Austin farm, the oldest part contains unmarked graves of Quakers, in contrast to the newer headstones.
For more, go to my book Quaking Dover, available in both paperback and ebook editions online or at your favorite bricks-and-mortar bookstore. Or ask your local library.

When the blooming finally hits New England, it can catch our breath.

Even when you step back.

At low tide, the remains of the four-masted ship are fully exposed. Built in Shackford Cove, she had returned for maintenance when she caught fire and sank.

Here’s another perspective.

Yes, spring is finally breaking out around here. Whiting, Maine.

Gnarled trunk on a trail at West Quoddy looks like a living gargoyle.