In Maine, April is a flirt, flashing a warm, beckoning smile one day, and spitting snow the next.

We found a huge, gorgeous oak tree in a grassy clearing on the west end of the island and set up our tents under it.

As a black man on a largely white coast, and as an artist, not a fisherman, he became a central part of his island community…

These days, instead of taking the mail boat to Little Cranberry, Patrick’s wife Tasya rides the ferry each day to her job in Manhattan.

The Maine Office of Tourism reports that visitation has grown by an average of 6 percent in the last five years.

There was a comfort in revisiting the landscape of my childhood and walking through the woods…

MIT Sea Grant decided to expand the manual to coastal communities in Maine.

Megan Grumbling’s Booker’s Point is a remarkable homage in verse to one Bernard A. Booker, 1922-2008, the “unofficial mayor of Ell Pond, Maine, and finder of gold in quartz.”

At Bunker Cove begins and ends with singing. The opening poem, “A World of Singers,” is an invitation to listen to a particular soundscape...