Hank Mercer

Hank Mercer spent decades traversing the American landscape as a wildfire lookout, moving from one remote locale to another with only his binoculars and maps as steadfast companions. In his sixties, he found unexpected solace in the canal-side workshop of Bruges, a stark contrast to the wild expanse of the States, yet eerily familiar with its quiet mornings and echoing nights. Even in retirement, every buzz of static and hum of an engine pushes him to action, his senses tuned for threats hidden in the ordinary.