As we mark the end of summer, I think back fondly to a week in August spent on Lake Sebago, Maine, with our dearest family friends Dave and Sue. I’ve been visiting them in New England since I was a baby, when our sunrise canoe rides were interrupted by my excitable pre-breakfast chatter about “moose eating-a-pancakes.” My father still likes to tell the story about my very first splinter being removed here by a trauma surgeon (that would be Dave—who’s also an organ player in his off-hours).
Punctuating these most recent days in Maine: the Perseid meteor showers and stargazing out on the pier; quiet nights spent listening to the rain lash against my bedroom window; family-style dinners and too much blueberry pie for dessert. I may not have grown up in this cabin, but going back to the lake house is always and unfailingly like coming home.
Cameras: Mamiya 645AF, Canonet QL17 GIII
Film: Kodak Portra 400, Tri-X 400 pushed to 1600, Ilford Delta 3200 pushed to 6400