Walking through salty fog on dirt roads, past lupines and beach roses, we see nobody, and then we see a man. He is very tall and broad shouldered and very bald and very suntanned, and he is changing the oil in his ancient pickup with no license plates ...
ROCKLAND, Maine - The omakase (chef's selection) at Suzuki's Sushi Bar is often made up entirely of local fish. This week chef Keiko Suzuki Steinberger is offering surf clams, sweet shrimp, scallops, gray sole and its engawa (the muscle that controls ...
"Owning a place on this island is for billionaires, not even millionaires anymore," says Brian Borgeson, a giant, red-haired, freckled charter boat captain standing in pink clogs and battling the outgoing tide from the wheelhouse of his vessel, the ...
NEW YORK - At the counter of his Grand Street shop, Doughnut Plant, owner Mark Isreal stocks metal racks with a Willy Wonkaesque assortment of gourmet treats. There are yeast doughnuts, cake doughnuts, jelly doughnuts, square doughnuts, churros, ...
HADLEY - Cook Farm is a rambling farmstead on 50 lush acres at the base of the steep and lumpy Holyoke Range. There you'll find Flayvors of Cook Farm, an ice cream stand that offers some zany flavors: Ginger, named for the Jersey cow on the sign; Inez, ...
In his novel "Pig Earth," John Berger writes about the lives of peasants in a village in the French Alps. Describing the slaughter of a cow, he says, "Life is liquid. The Chinese were wrong to believe that the essential was breath. Perhaps the soul is ...
Interstate 89 north of Burlington, Vt., is as big, remote, and windswept as the Western plains. I cross the Canadian border at Highgate and drive through the flatness, past miles of tidy dairy farms - pert suburban-type houses with barns and cows in ...
April on the Maine coast is mud season. The thaw. The drip. The sun shines, the wind blows, the snow melts. Dirt roads wash out and cars get stuck. Hiking trails flow like brooks. At night the dripping drips faster than seconds. And in the morning ...
CHARLESTON - This pastel-colored seaport town sits low and pretty at the junction of the Ashley and Copper rivers. Lighted with gas lanterns, bursting with blooming oleander and camellias, lined with stately old Federal and Greek Revival mansions, and ...
Walking on white sand, I crossed into this Lilly Pulitzer-clad kingdom of frivolity just past the public beach in Lake Worth. Pelicans filled the air; surfers rode the storm surge; and I headed north to where estates stretch from the ocean to the ...
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