Memory is a funny thing. Returning to the Lobster Shack at Two Lights State Park, just outside of Portland, I expected a vision I’d preserved in my mind for fifteen years. The last time I visited, I recalled a weathered, beaten-down hutch whose lobster-slinging was done through a sliding window pane. What I returned to was a cleaned-up, slick operation—either the place had evolved dramatically, or the creaky little shack had always been a construct of my ten-year-old imagination.
There was plenty, though, that hadn’t altered from my childhood memories: the salty breeze that puts a curl in your hair, the pitch-perfect strawberry shortcake and lobster rolls, and the tidal pools down on the rocks full of jewel-toned ocean life—all things I hope will endure till my next visit.
Camera: Mamiya 645AF
Film: Kodak Portra 400, Ektar 100