A rainy fall morning on the Salisbury town dock.  A peaceful morning with little activity on the water.  Various seabirds were resting on boats, floats, and docks along the Merrimack River.  The light rain carried a void of silence, except for the sound of the water droplets landing.  Cold droplets of rain ran down my face as I took all of this in. 

In the parking lot sits an old, tired green pickup truck, with an older man in the driver’s seat, his black watch cap hiding most of his gray hair.  As he slips from a white paper cup, his eyes scan this working waterfront.  He seemed lost in thought.  His weathered face told me he had spent more than his fair share of time in the elements, causing me to think his memories might be of time on this waterfront, good and bad.