Modern Shore: Lincoln Eve
Meeting a delayed plane this evening, I discovered I had an extra 15 minutes to kill. Almost anywhere else I would have wandered around the airport, maybe bought a coffee, but I am in Fredericton and there are other options here. Five minutes from the airport, the river was gorgeous and there remained enough vestiges of light that I could hope for photographs. A set of fortunate coincidences!
The valley is very grand; this is really the beginning of the lower Saint John floodplain, with its flat treed islands, back swamps, and yazoo tributaries. The broad river in semi-flood produces serene reflections of the late evening clouds. Just up the road, the century-old Wilmot Bluff lighthouse now nestles semi-hidden in the trees, looking more than a bit pagoda-like. Long retired from active use, perhaps it saw enough of the river during its working life.
As I snap my last crooked photo, I hear the roar of the inbound turboprop as it slows on the runway a kilometre or two away. A signal that it is time, sadly, to head back to the modern world.
© Graham Young, 2012