
The second-Saturdays afternoon event at a local tavern is already full of fine memories, including a visiting famed Irish fiddler shown here. Its core is MICE, the Moose Island Contradance ensemble. That space was soon filled with other players.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

The second-Saturdays afternoon event at a local tavern is already full of fine memories, including a visiting famed Irish fiddler shown here. Its core is MICE, the Moose Island Contradance ensemble. That space was soon filled with other players.
Winter snow makes the crest of Katahdin, Maine’s tallest mountain, visible from 90 miles away in Wesley, Maine. A clear sky helps, of course.
The view is from State Route 192 just off the heavily traveled S.R. 9.

Maybe you can still pick it out with less zoom and a little more context.

They haven’t quite matched anything I’m finding in my field-guide books.


Tide and deep cold ruffle the ice.

How quickly a year passes. I loved this arrangement at a Tides Institute gathering last summer.

The name of the reservation, I mean. The opening S is supposed to sound more like a Z.
As for the tribe? The anglicized version demonstrates how tin-eared most Americans have been throughout history. Makes me wonder what else has been lost in translation.

Eastport’s on the island to the left. Keep an eye out for gale warnings, too.

Construction by Rachel A. Wllliams.

These belonged to the wonder horse Prince, who appears in my genealogical blog Orphan George. As a figure in our family, he was owned by my grandfather, who picked him up from two older brothers in succession. And now they’re going on to my daughters. Bet they cost a pretty penny, back in the day.

Incredibly tender and tasty, served here with rice, a carrot salad, and fresh parsley. In case you’re looking for a dependable holiday hit.