Baseball cards.
A shrine amongst the chaos.
Baseball Cards...
Atalaya Castle...
Atalaya Castle.
A rare frame in color.
Goodbye South Carolina.
We had fun.
He'd try his best...
Everyone was asleep except for the man.
He sat within the stillness.
Geese honked.
The refrigerator hummed.
Landscaping crews pierced the quiet.
The final words of a show he watched hung in the air.
'I should have done better'
He knew that feeling.
He sipped his coffee.
He stared out.
No matter what was happening, mornings were still his favorite.
He'd start with a hug for everyone today.
He'd try his best.
The ebb, the flow...
Low tide.
Murrells Inlet.
We ate at The Claw House.
Then walked out to the end of the fishing pier.
It was chilly.
Ollie was being a punk.
There was a guy with a Gulf of America cap on.
Pelicans flew.
Other birds sang.
Every now and again a fish would jump out of the water.
The sun shined.
The ebb.
The flow.
