Sears Island, Fall Equinox, Low Tide
Each rock, each beached tree trunk, every rockweed mass,...
A Place of Wonder
Sears Island is a place which has become my friend, a place to bask in the beauty of the island meeting the sea, a true friend I can rely on, a place of beauty and wonder. ...
We Made a Swing for our Kids & Anyone Else
We’d go to Sears Island almost every day and Zeke would swing on the rope swing. One day we found that it had broken. Zeke was so sad. We went back to the house and I gathered some rope and a 2x6 board and made a whole new swing for my kids and anybody...
Returning & Remembering Home
As his eyes searched for our approach, it was the flash of water reflecting on our paddles that he first saw. A wave of emotion and pride came over him......
"I came upon a meadow clearing, sun streaming onto the surrounding trees..." Photo by James McCarthy
I Felt an Energy. A Green Energy.
I felt an energy. Yes, a green energy flowing into my senses with an almost heavenly sensation. I was the only one around, but I somehow felt one with all creation. The fact that such a place as Sears Island exists is somewhat of a miracle in itself....
Getting Away from Life’s Hubbub
“There are not many places I can go—not with this scooter, not if you want to see something,” says Frank Hart who rolls down the jetty road in his wheelchair while his friend Steve Bonin walks beside him. ...
Seven Coyote Pups and One Big Dog
. . . Munchie gently picked up and carried every one of the seven fuzzy coyote pups back to the den and nudged them inside. ...
Hen of the Woods, a Sears Island conversation
"It's a mushroom. It's called hen of the woods. And it's really good. It usually grows on the foot of the oak and comes out this time of year. So this mushroom, this 'hen' is the fruit of mycelium, right? It's the fruit of a really big organism that connects all those trees. And...
It was Wonderful. Just Wonderful, a Sears Island conversation
We spent days swimming, skipping rocks, chasing each other, and eating a lot. We collected driftwood for huge campfires and told scary stories at night....
Gertrude Gordon's home on Sears Island rendered into a hooked rug by her daughter, Barbara Merry. Courtesy of the Penobscot Marine Museum. Penobscot Marine Museum
A Sears Island Childhood
Sometimes we had a clambake on the shore with a campfire and we'd sit around the fire telling stories or perhaps singing. I played the mandolin ... , ...