The slanted November sun beamed over the race course. A man stepped through the knee-high, dried grass. He raised his hand in front of the burbling bikes, spread across the starting line in a row. He held it there for a moment then whipped it down. Their full fury released, they took off like a […]
Cloaked in a cloud of blue smoke, buzzing like a herd of indignant chainsaws, the riders rattled up Brattle Street astride their machines in Portland Friday at the start of the Pinball Run. They’re headed for Key West. They plan to be there in nine days. They’re all riding mopeds. And they’re serious. “This is […]
I spotted this herring gull sitting on (I think) its eggs in the corner of the top deck of a parking garage in Portland today. It’s not the most secure spot to raise offspring, but I suppose you make do with the options presented when you’re a expectant gull. The Cornell Lab of Ornithology, my […]
Rob Sylvain will debut rediscovered Acadian folk songs, from his grandmother’s notebook, tonight at Blue on Congress Street in Portland.
Pinhole cameras more than just a piece of photographic past| All cameras, from your great-grandad’s Kodak Brownie to the iPhone in your shirt pocket, work the same way. The details vary, but the concept is identical. Every camera, in the history of cameras, consists of a light-tight box with a hole at one end and […]
In addition to making my living as a visual journalist here at the BDN, I am, and always have been, a working musician. I write songs, I sing, I play guitar, banjo, accordion — I’m no Heifetz, but I get by. Mostly, I’m an entertainer. I stand on stage. I make people laugh, sing along […]
A leaden sky was spitting snow and the thermometer read 20 degrees when I mounted my Soviet Steed Saturday morning and headed for Cole Farms restaurant in Gray. I took the turnpike for expediency and the wind found every crack in my cold weather armor at 55mph. I was grateful for my heated gloves and […]
I caught up with Maine-based zombie surf band, Thee Icepicks, at Geno’s Rock Club on Congress Street in Portland last night. I learned a lot, but not where the extra “e”comes from. If I had to guess, I’d say outer space.