Gagetown Ferry NB

At the Gagetown Ferry,

long-horn cattle wade

to stay cool

and ignore the ferry 

with its picture

snapping passengers.

The humidity, the heat

hold the river and the land.

Even a sunny day

is hazy.

A red dragonfly rests.

The calm river

is not peaceful.

Engines and shouts of laughter

break the quiet

rock the water meadows.

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Yesterday Was Fun

Yesterday was fun!

Gary is learning to drive different size buses, which he enjoys very much.  It’s an after retirement career for him, combining his love of driving and his sociable nature.  He is having a great time, though it pulls him away from home more than he was before.  Every now and again, he stops by with the bus on his way from here to there on a trip or a tour.

On Thursday night, he came home late and parked the bus he was driving on the street in back of our house.  On Friday morning, I got a chance to travel with him back to Fredericton because the bus was empty.  He was just returning it and picking up our car. 
 

I had fun, sat in many seats on the bus, checked them all out for comfort and view, heat and cold.  We listened to Willie Nelson CD’s turned up loud and talked and laughed.  The views of autumn leaves were incredible; we were sitting much higher than one does in a car.  As we drove over the Jemseg Bridge, and near the Grand Lake Meadows, next over the bridge to Fredericton, we marveled at how far we could see and what we could see.  Miles and miles of green-gold willows, birch with yellowed leaves, lush water meadows, small green islands and wide blue Saint John river and deep blue Grand Lake, all sparkling in the sunlight.

I had my camera with me but took only these shots of the bus at our street and my favourite bus driver.  I was so busy enjoying the looking, I forgot about taking photos.  It was one of those stunning sun-bright fall days when the world seems perfect and beautiful; I simply wanted to enjoy it.

After Gary turned in the bus, gassed it up, cleaned it out, reported to maintenance and filled out paper work, we spent the rest of the day in a leisurely drive around Fredericton and outlying areas.  This too was a treat for me to spend so much time with him and in such balmy weather.  We didn’t have any agenda, or any time to be home, so we meandered.  It’s a gorgeous part of New Brunswick and we had a glorious day in which to explore it.

Yesterday was fun!

Photos and words are © copyright Carol Steel.

Saint John River, New Brunswick

The Saint John River runs approximately 418 miles (673Kilometres) long, located principally in New Brunswick. 

At Jemseg, New Brunswick, the Saint John River is joined by the short Jemseg River, which empties New Brunswick’s largest lake, Grand Lake. 

Here the Saint John River becomes broad and shallow, meandering through many low islands used for pastureland during the dryer periods of summer and fall.

These photos were taken at a spot near Jemseg, New Brunswick where the old Route 105 splits off briefly from Route 2, the Trans Canada Highway.

I love the way the trees and marshy ground slip away from the main flow and considerable breadth and depth of the Saint John River, creating quiet reflective waters.  Suddenly, here is a place where sunlight and shadow play to create peaceful photo opportunities.  It is possible to capture whole and broken trees, dying Queen Anne’s Lace, autumn leaves back lit against the water meadows.

This hushed watery location is an enchanting respite from the tedium of endless miles of highway driving through the woodlands of central New Brunswick; a bewitching stretch of river, a tranquil place to stop and appreciate all of nature's wonders, great and small.  Blessed be.

And blessed be.

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