Driving to Crane's Beach always brings out the ounce of historian I have in me. The Salem Witch Trials have always caught my interest, so as we make our way to Ipswitch driving through the back roads I find myself envisioning life during this time period that seems to distant from our lives today. I look at the houses and the roads and wonder to myself what life was like then and how things have changed. I try to picture the people go through their daily rituals and I ponder whether the Town Hall still looks the same.
I have never, in all of my early morning drives through this stalemate of time, thought to connect Crane's Beach to the people. I wonder if they, too, woke up early to enjoy the beauty of the rising sun. I think of the fisherman floating around in the calm waters on their boats awaiting the bite of a Striped Bass. I see the children running merrily through the cool Atlantic waters as their mothers caution them to not wade too deep. This morning was a morning of reflection for me, as I captured the historical, misty beauty of Crane's Beach.
Although this would be a day for photography that I'd consider to be far from ideal, I was still able to find beauty in the imperfect scene.
