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Photographing Maine's Blueberry Barrens

Photographing Maine’s Blueberry Barrens
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A cool mist and a milky, overcast sky mercifully keep the sun off the backs of the blueberry rakers on the desolate barrens north of Columbia Falls, in Maine’s coastal Washington County. Close to 100 rakers, stooped and sweaty, work their way across the vast open landscape, littered with pickup trucks and brightly colored plastic tote boxes.


The majority of the rakers are Micmac Indians from Big Cove Reserve in New Brunswick, but the land itself is owned by Maine’s Passamaquoddy Tribe, which also owns the Northeastern Blueberry Company.

David Stess is one of the few Anglos on the Micmac crew. Bent at the waist, legs spread, his T-shirt and trousers stained with sweat, dew, and berries, Stess swings his two-handed aluminum blueberry rake into the low bushes, 60 long tines cleaning off the berries as he goes. When he has three or four pounds of berries in the rake’s scoop, he dumps them into a plastic tote. But it’s slow going this morning. Stess has arrived late, he’s nursing a bum right knee, and his row, marked off by long lines of twine, is overgrown with hay, requiring him to clean the rake every sweep or two.

A good raker, one who can steadily rake 100 boxes a day, is called a harvester. David Stess is a harvester. Fellow crewmembers call him “Super Dave.” He once raked 175 boxes, 25 to 26 pounds each, in a single day. But at 46, he’s slowing down. A 16-year-old Micmac boy raked 196 boxes just the day before, shattering the record. At $2.50 a box, that’s $490 for a day’s work.

Just after noon, the crew boss, a former chief of the Big Cove First Nations Band, arrives and drives slowly along the field’s dirt road in his big, black Dodge Ram turbo diesel, blowing the horn repeatedly. “Game over,” says Stess.

The Micmac crew traditionally works only a half day on Saturday. The rakers finish the strips they’re raking and begin hauling their boxes of berries, some dragging them with tethers, others lugging them in their arms, to the ends of the rows, where a tractor trailer will collect them and truck them away to be frozen. Stess has raked just 20 boxes this morning.

“Fifty dollars. That’s pathetic,” he quips. “I never leave the field without at least $100.”

As if having a bad knee, arriving late, and drawing a hayfield to rake aren’t enough, Stess has also been slowed because he stops every so often to take photographs. The morning’s work done, he puts away his rake and fetches a Mamiya 6, an ancient Leica, and a little plastic Ansco camera from his car. He takes a few pictures of three sturdy women, filthy but smiling, standing at the rear of their pickup. He may be Super Dave on the blueberry barrens, but back in New York City, where he lives most of the year, he’s David Brooks Stess, Photographer.

“It’s a great change from New York,” says Stess, who has been migrating to Maine for the blueberry harvest for 21 years now. “It totally detoxifies you.”

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5 Responses to Photographing Maine’s Blueberry Barrens

  1. Keith Dunn July 11, 2009 at 8:20 am #

    Excellenet video. I’d like to see more like it.

  2. JANE A REEL July 18, 2009 at 7:19 am #

    Good article and photos. These types of stories give me a glimpse into others’ reality which I wouldn’t ordinarily get. Many issues and questions come up for me after reading this story.

  3. Charlene Foster July 18, 2009 at 7:57 pm #

    Great video,!! I remember racking blueberries 40 years ago. It was hard work but lots of fun. It sure has changed in the past 40 years. Its gone from all hand rackers to mostly all tractors and mechical harvestors. Wow, how I miss the old days!!!!

  4. Patricia Rand January 19, 2011 at 2:24 pm #

    I had a cousin,Mary Ann,that lived in Ellsworth,Me. and decided one year that her and her daughter were going to rack blueberries.They got the heavy metal racks from her ex and proceded to venture out to the fields with $$$$ in their heads.Well ,needless to say at the end of the day they both only made a litle over $40,had sore backs,legs,sunburns and hung up the blueberry racks on the wall to hold dried flower arrangements.And that was the end of being a blueberry racker for them.

  5. Tom Sprague February 8, 2013 at 3:16 pm #

    I started raking the blueberry barrens in Dublois around 1975 or 76. I made friends with the MicMac Indians, and they called me popeye! Popeye, because I always squinted one eye. As far as I knw, I think I was perhaps the top raker on the barrens, at that time. My biggest day, ever, was(I was in my late 20s) 250 boxes. And, at that time we had to winnow our own berries. Nowadays, no one winnows anymore–just rake right into the boxes, leaves and all. back then there were no Mexican rakers–just the local people and the MicMacs from Big Cove, Canada. The most berries ever raked, that I know of, was 325 boxes, by a Mexican over at Dublois. The time that I raked 250, we were in an area that had been reserved for the harvesters, but somehow we ended up raking them!!! I am 67 now, and I still love to rake berries!!!

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