Friday, June 10, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
This week was the start of short term at Bates. Short term is a month long semester where students are only responsible for taking one class. This allows students to take advantage of the greatness of Maine during the best month of the year, May. On the first friday of short term the Cold War Kids came to play. Although they were good, the opener had everyone in the audience awestruck. Originally from Brunswick Maine Lady Lamb the Beekeeper got the entire crowd excited. She played for about 20 minutes before the headliner came on, but I would have loved to see her continue playing much later into the night. Have a listen!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
LL Bean Free Shipping Video
Since it's opening in 1912 LL Bean has become a staple of Maine life. It is nearly impossible to go on a drive and not catch someone wearing their Bean Boots or jacket. Last night I ate dinner with Lincoln Benedict, a Bates graduate, who now works at LL Bean making short web videos for them. The company sends him all over the world to shoot videos. He is a cool guy and loves his job. This video is a national TV comercial that he helped make. Enjoy!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
She Doesn't Like Guthries
Lewiston Maine does not offer too many quality eateries. One of the places I love to stop at and pick up a bite to eat at is She Doesn't Like Guthries or Guthries for short. In the last few weeks I have been visited by a few different people from my home state of Oregon. I made sure that I took them to Guthries for the friendly atmosphere and great food. If you ever find yourself in Lewiston Maine, make sure you make a stop!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Dolcelinos
Fucking delicious ice cream sandwiches made in Maine. I had my first Dolcelinos at Uncle Deans Groceries which is the best grocery store in the greater Waterville area.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Penobscot Nation
This semester I am taking an Anthropology course titled Indigenous Peoples of North America. The Penobscot are one of a few Maine Native American tribes that I have learned about. A great book on them that my teacher recommended is Penobscot Man by Frank Speck.
Although not centered on the Penobscot tribe, another book that I recommend is Native American Architecture by Peter Nabokov and Robert Easton. I recently purchased the book and have been consumed by it since I got it. It is a fascinating book that goes in-depth on the role of Architecture in Native American culture and provides text and beautiful pictures of the variety of buildings. Many of the buildings have enough information and plans that I could attempt to build one but probably fail.
Penobscot Nation
Although not centered on the Penobscot tribe, another book that I recommend is Native American Architecture by Peter Nabokov and Robert Easton. I recently purchased the book and have been consumed by it since I got it. It is a fascinating book that goes in-depth on the role of Architecture in Native American culture and provides text and beautiful pictures of the variety of buildings. Many of the buildings have enough information and plans that I could attempt to build one but probably fail.
Penobscot Nation
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Testing Out The New Camera
My mom recently sent me her old film camera that she used as a college student. Here are a few pictures I took with it.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Snow Movers – Winter Transportation Festival
This weekend I am heading out to Owls Head, Maine to the annual Snow Movers Winter Transportation Festival. I can't wait to check out the pre-1990 snowmobiles, snow plow vehicles, snow blowers, sleigh, toboggans, sleds and ice boats.
1926 Model T Ford snowmobile
This weekend I will get to ride one of those things.
1926 Model T Ford snowmobile
This weekend I will get to ride one of those things.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Palette of Green, Granite, and Dark Blue
I looked along the San Juan Islands and the coast of California, but I couldn't find the palette of green, granite, and dark blue that you can only find in Maine.
-Parker Stevenson
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Neighborliness
In Maine we're used to it, it's still
the custom to look out for the neighbors, a habit
handed down from the start
of the earliest fishing villages, of the first
long strings of hundred-acre farms
stretched along ridges, each one usually
just called, "The Road."
On that road,
if a man fell sick, or a widow
was facing a hard winter, it was neighbors
who filled the woodshed, the neighbors
who shared meat when they butchered If a house
burned down, the whole neighborhood
turned out to help build another. When a storm
threatened anyone's cut hay, it was everyone
who hurried over to help get it safely
into the barn. And the helping
goes right on: this fall I heard
of someone who had to put a whole paycheck
on an old debt, and then found a hot dinner
waiting on the step when he got home from work
every night for a month -- but no one
ever admitted a thing.
In Maine
we have a way of looking out
for one another. When the great ice storm
struck us last year, the grocery stores
were full of extra heaters left there
for anyone to borrow, and the whole state
was busy with jeep cans of water and stacks of wood,
making sure we were all alright, that everyone
would pull through.
In Maine
we are glad to be part of a land
that remains so beautiful under its green skin
of woods and open fields, that is glitteringly
bordered by thousands of miles
of breaking waves, and that is lovely,
too, with an unbroken tradition
of concerns, with the kind, enduring grace
of its neighborliness.
By Kate Barnes of Appleton: Maine Poet Laureate Emerita
the custom to look out for the neighbors, a habit
handed down from the start
of the earliest fishing villages, of the first
long strings of hundred-acre farms
stretched along ridges, each one usually
just called, "The Road."
On that road,
if a man fell sick, or a widow
was facing a hard winter, it was neighbors
who filled the woodshed, the neighbors
who shared meat when they butchered If a house
burned down, the whole neighborhood
turned out to help build another. When a storm
threatened anyone's cut hay, it was everyone
who hurried over to help get it safely
into the barn. And the helping
goes right on: this fall I heard
of someone who had to put a whole paycheck
on an old debt, and then found a hot dinner
waiting on the step when he got home from work
every night for a month -- but no one
ever admitted a thing.
In Maine
we have a way of looking out
for one another. When the great ice storm
struck us last year, the grocery stores
were full of extra heaters left there
for anyone to borrow, and the whole state
was busy with jeep cans of water and stacks of wood,
making sure we were all alright, that everyone
would pull through.
In Maine
we are glad to be part of a land
that remains so beautiful under its green skin
of woods and open fields, that is glitteringly
bordered by thousands of miles
of breaking waves, and that is lovely,
too, with an unbroken tradition
of concerns, with the kind, enduring grace
of its neighborliness.
By Kate Barnes of Appleton: Maine Poet Laureate Emerita
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Changing of Seasons at Colby College
Here are pictures of the view out of the window of my room as the seasons have changed. The last picture was taken in December. There is many times more snow outside now.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Bates in the Snow
This last week Maine, and the rest of the Northeast, has been hit hard by a massive snow storm. These are a collection of Polaroids taken in the last few weeks. Some are from before the storm and some from after.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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