Waiting for the Grand Manan Ferry

I always view waiting as an opportunity, not a bother. There is always something to look at, something new to see.

Recently, we took our grandson to Grand Manan for an overnight visit. It was his first trip on a car ferry, and we arrived early to be assured of a spot. It was a dingy day, a bit misty and quite chilly -- a little dark at first for good photos. Nonetheless, an exploration of the nearby docks, and the beach adjacent to the parking lot provided exciting camera fodder for the hour wait.

Of special interest was a patch of periwinkle shells on the beach, beautiful yellow flowers still covered in fog, and the usual views of the Fundy Coast found anywhere in this area. As well, a scraggly patch of fireweed bloomed in the midst of a host of other plants including raspberries, red currants, evening primrose and some white-flowered vines which I cannot identify.

Returning from my amazement of at least a dozen species in this one little patch of bushes beside the parking lot, I met a couple from Florida who had just arrived. They seemed surprised to see me emerging from the beach with my camera at the ready, and asked, "Is there something down there?" I knew they were not referring to my seashells, fireweed and the gentle roll of the ocean swell against the rocks. "Oh, yes," I said, "It's the Fundy Coast," but they didn't turn, or even look in that direction. So much is missed when looking for "something."

Grand Manan proved a photographer's dream, but that is another posting. For now, wait with me for the ferry.