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In 1982 Mother Teresa gave a speech thank the community of St. Paul, Alberta for their donation to her charities. She made this speech looking down from the worlds only UFO landing pad. This image was made from where she stood. (St. Paul, Alberta)

The first mention of a rock as the Pilgrim’s landing place was in 1741, 121 years after foundation of the Plymouth Colony.
I found the grandeur surrounding this rock to be absurd. It is under a massive granite canopy and monitored by 24/7 surveillance. There is a huge crack in the rock that has been filled with cement.
People throw coins, make wishes.
(Plymouth, Massachusetts/Side of Route 3, Liberty, Maine)

When I was six, I began telling people that I was actually a Martian, sent here as a scout for a coming invasion. I developed an entire backstory for this character. I told people that I was a war hero, who had many trophies from my conquests on the foggy surface of Mars. This bid for attention was most likely inspired by the movies "Independence Day" and "Mars Attacks" both of which came out in 1996. (Westbrook, Maine)

This town felt like an expensive county fair or a cheap Las Vegas. (National Monument to the Forefathers, Plymouth, Massachusetts)

I tried to sneak on to this Navy Seal training camp via an off-road trail, but it got too rough and I turned back. This camp is used to simulate being a prisoner of war, torture, escaping and evading capture. The Navy denies it exists, but I found it in my gazetteer. (Rangeley, Maine)

I drove from Maine to see the site of the 1947 incident. It is about ninety miles outside of town, mostly on dirt roads. I stopped at a roadside memorial on my way. This was one of the quietest, most peaceful places I’d ever been. No cars, no birds, no bugs. Just the wind, and my breathing. The air was clean and dry. I could have stayed there for hours. (Roswell, New Mexico)