culture | ecology | people | place

Every year, when elver season begins, I enter what I call “The Elversphere”—an intoxicating world where observing the migrating elvers (baby eels) who make their way to so-called “Maine” after a long journey from their spawning grounds in the Sargasso Sea connects me to rivers, harbors, nocturnal escapades, fishermen, elver buyers and backers, conservationists, citizen science, policy, enforcement, artists, researchers, scientists, water, mud, and possibility.

The Elversphere is an invitation, a story, a film, a book, and a request.