I used to live in midcoast Maine year round. Maine is a pretty unique place. If you weren’t born there, the locals will always consider you “from away” no matter how long you you’ve lived in the state.
The face above belongs to a man who, for years, was in charge of our local recycling facility. Like Maine he was always friendly but at the same time, distant.
We were in Maine on Memorial Day and I went to the Rockport cemetery to take some photographs as a remembrance of the trip. It was foggy that morning and after a lot of attempts at pictures of headstones and trees in the fog, I settled on this one which hardly has any gravesites in it but is a rather haunting of reminder of the fate that awaits us all.
There’s a lovely little spot in Rockport, Maine called Beauchamp Point. I took this image from its edge with a long (400mm) lens looking almost due east. The little foot bridge and the foggy island just offshore I think gives this place an oriental feel, especially when finished off in very contrasty black and white.