If I close my eyes and think about moments of simple pleasure, I always see the same scene; me sitting alone in a quiet cafe, watching the world go by. This photograph was made almost seven years ago in a small cafe in Perkins Cove, Maine. I had walked along the ocean on a rainy morning watching the waves crash onto the rocks before finding myself in the cozy warmth of the cafe. I’ve repeated this ritual hundreds of times and it retains its glimmer.
I like to watch. It’s likely why photography became such a big part of my life. The looking, the gaze, being a voyeur. Sitting alone in a cafe with a cup of tea, my thoughts and watching is a simple pleasure that is endlessly fascinating as I watch the interactions between people, imagining the stories they’re playing out, all from the safety of a quiet perch masked by a tea cup and journal.
There are other pleasures — dogs and family to name a few. But what clouded my thoughts today were the momentary escapes I find anywhere I can sit alone and watch.