July 27, 2025 - 10:10AM…
Utica, NY. Packing. A solitary fan blowing alongside the dining room table. Yeay heading out shortly to see the monk, conflicted with how long she should go based on our departure. Feet dragging everywhere. I get it. I’m just the driver, ready whenever everyone says , ‘Go!’ The dogs sense it too. Goodbyes are like this.
Brothers...
Brothers.
Cafe Creme.
Bath, Maine.
Damn...
July 26, 2025 - 7:30AM…
Our final morning. The house is asleep. Two ceiling fans are whirling. Low tide is on display. Bright sun alongside. I have a secret wish of wanting to maintain this bubble. This time in our life here. But I know in my heart of hearts that’s not possible. This held the magic it did for that very reason. That is the beauty in all of it — in all of everything. The shelf life. Another note to self to soak in the moments. I should be packing up, but I’m sitting in the silence watching a lone walker along the water’s edge. A few boats are sailing on the horizon. This exact scene will never happen again and I’ve got a front row seat. Damn.
David Kwantz...
From the moment we walked in, I knew I wanted to take his photo.
We bought a whale hook and a lobster hook.
After he rung us up and we began to exit, I asked if I could.
‘Sure’ he said and looked my way.
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Meet Dave Kwantz.
Wiscasset, Maine.
Remember...
Mady.
A random passageway.
Portland, Maine.
'I like that' she said.
'Go down there, about half way' I said.
Click.
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July 25, 2025 - 7:14AM...
'The last full day here. Low tide. We've had amazing weather. Mady was asleep on the couch when I came downstairs. Coffee's made. I had a bowl of cereal with blueberries. I'm already beginning to feel a sadness well up inside me. It's the one that says goodbye. It's the one that tells me so much about a place and what it means to me. There really is something to being more in tune with the sun and the tides. There's a simplicity to it, yet it's profound. Sleep is deeper. Heavier. More nourishing. I'll miss it. We drove to Portland yesterday. We stopped at a sportscard shop first for Ollie which he loved. Then, we drove to the downtown waterfront, walked and shopped. Well...the kids shopped. We ate at High Rollers. Everyone enjoyed their meal. I had a baker's dozen of oysters that truly hit the spot. A quick stop at Starbucks for a few odds and ends so we could use the bathroom before heading back to Indian Point. The sun is shining thru the windows...warming my face...telling me to remember.'
