I’m not sure why but my GPS took me on a route I’d never been on when I left Cape Cod last Wednesday. I was happy it did because I noticed a pretty little harbor and stopped for photos. The boats were all at anchor, it struck me as a sleepy little place. Only later did I notice that I was in the town of Weymouth, MA. Weymouth, where a policeman was killed recently during a routine traffic stop, along with an innocent woman killed in her home in the same incident. Sleepy and peaceful for days, and weeks, and years, but not immune to the craziness that we see on the news all the time. Even in the aftermath it’s hard to imagine that such horrific things can and do happen in such lovely places.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 