
Dick in fine weather on a trail behind his farm.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Dick in fine weather on a trail behind his farm.



Well, it is the premise of this blog. For the record, a lot of our junk was stored under this floor, though this barn in York, Maine, was never ours.

Cranberries are often grown in enclosures like this, which are then flooded. The berries then float for harvest.

One bed stands above the other.

This is Mingo’s in Calais, not the only one in eastern Maine.


Here’s how they look much of the rest of the year around here. And there are a lot of them who surprisingly disappear this time of the year.

Yeah, all sunsets are in the west, but this looks like something out of a cowboy movie finale. Even if it’s in Downeast Maine.

The bark siding really captures my imagination.




At the top of Penobscot Bay, this is the principal welcome to Downeast and Acadia. Or for those of us going the other direction, to the rest of America.
You can even go to the top, the equivalent of 40 floors, for a spectacular panorama.

As you can see, Stephen Sanfilippo is more than a maritime historian. He can sing his research findings. Small concerts like this one upstairs at the Pembroke public library are one of the delights of living Way Downeast.