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.
Goodbyes...
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.
