I moved to downeast Maine in 2009 to build a house by the edge of the sea, to wander the jagged line between solid Earth and the wild unknown.

In the coming months I plan to document in these pages a few gathered shards of evidence — visual, aural, and written: clues that hint at the ubiquity of Awe. I can think of no better part of the world from which to set out on such an expedition into the archaeology of wonder. Here the colors of daylight and shadow turn with each passing minute; here the Milky Way blazes overhead at night from one horizon clear to the other; here sea level itself rises and falls twelve feet twice each day. And this is only the beginning. Here the unfolding drama of Nature sharpens the senses and splits open deep rifts in our familiar perceptions of space and time. Here we can rediscover what we always knew, but long ago forgot: that even in life’s most mundane moments, we inhabit a world of exquisite beauty and profound silence.

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