Timing is everything.  On my way home, I wanted to see if I could get a glimpse of the sunlight poking through the clouds over the waterfront.  It wasn’t meant to be, but I decided to drive under the Memorial Bridge anyway.  It was then when I realized the sirens were going off, and the lift span was about to rise…but I couldn’t see any river traffic so I figured it was a routine lift.  After a minute or two, this vessel made its way up the river towards the bridge – so I ran onto the deck and watched as it cruised underneath, making its way further up the Piscataqua.  I decided to go with an antique look given the nature of the bridge, which has an antique feel and will soon become an ancient relic.