The Wrack
The Wrack is the Wells Reserve blog.
The Wrack is the Wells Reserve blog.
Why "The Wrack"? In its cycles of ebb and flow, the sea transports a melange of weed, shell, bone, feather, wood, rope, and trash from place to place, then deposits it at the furthest reach of spent surf. This former flotsam is full of interesting stuff for anybody who cares to kneel and take a look. Now and then, the line of wrack reveals a treasure.
Welcome to the town of Launton, its a lot like Wells.
Ever since Hurricane Paul devastated communities to the south of Launton,?the residents have been asking the town manager:?can we handle a storm like that? Whats our plan?
Feeling pressured, the town manager convened a Coastal Resiliency Task Force. Their charge: make some recommendations about what the town should do with existing and future development.
Who is on the task force? You are! Youll be assuming one of the many interests that exist in a town a lot like Wells. From Emergency Management Official to Director of the Chamber of Commerce, youve got opinions, and you think the town has a solution. But can you come to consensus with the other members on the team? Can you compromise on issues near and dear to your heart, for the sake of the town?
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The following was originally published in the Biddeford-Saco?Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 8/4/13:
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Music is in the ear of the beholder. Whether finch or frog, cricket or quartet, its all part of natures symphony.
Working at the Wells Reserve at Laudholm, I listen to recorded music in my farmhouse office most hours of the day. Because its such a natural fit here, Im bringing more live music to our barn this summer too. String quartets sound particularly fine in a hundred-year-old wooden barn. An acoustical engineer recently told me: Wood slats like your barns walls have ideal absorptive, reflective, and diffusive characteristics for live instrumentation. Sounds good to me.
Barns aside, Im constantly discovering new artists in our fields and marshes too.
Turning the bend on the Laird-Norton trail, the path narrows.? Above, rivulets of blue are breaking apart a gray sky. To the right, the weathered brown bark of an apple tree is imprinted with the secret language of the yellow-bellied sapsuckers.? To the left, the emerald expanse of honeysuckle leaves are dotted with red berries.? Below, a worn path parts a sea of green shaggy grass& embedded with a shaggy spot of black!
A pint-size boy held a fishing rod alongside his dad, enjoying a quiet midweek morning by the pond, when more than a dozen cars pulled into the lot behind them. The automotive intrusion didn't exactly shatter a peaceful solitude their fishing spot was beside a busy state highway after all but the father and son may have been curious to know? Why the sudden crowd?
The arrivals were gathering to see Low Impact Development (LID) practices in use near Willand Pond in Somersworth, New Hampshire. The pond was a fitting spot to meet, given its history.
A defenseless nest, an unleashed dog, and in twenty seconds, tragedy.
The following was originally published in the Biddeford-Saco?Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 7/21/13.
In Maine, were continually blessed with natures beauty and its bounty. Our forests, our Gulf, and our thousands of miles of rocky and sandy coast are major drivers of our economy and the envy of the Northeast. Our summer population quadruples because, yes, lifes good here, thanks in large part to our environment.
But science indisputably tells us that the Maine we know is not the Maine that has always been, or will be. Even our rich cultural history is but a millisecond in our environments life.
If our accustomed way of life was, climatologically-speaking, born on third base, should we be blamed for thinking wed hit a triple? What if instead of playing baseball, weve been surfing a wave that must, as all waves do, break?
Our appreciation to the 2013 summer interns who make the "busy season" that much more efficient and effective for everyone around here. In alphabetical order (and with their favorite candy)&