September's Balance

The balancing act of the immature male wood duck (above) served to remind me of how balanced my September paddling was between old haunts and new waterways.

One beautiful late summer afternoon on the Sudbury River in Lincoln, MA this white-tailed deer kept its eyes closed and seemed to be drinking it all in...

On the Nashua River at Petapawag a heron locked in deep thought...

A few unusual containers were encountered such as this old bottle peeking out from the Assabet River's muddy bank in Stow, MA...
...the mud perhaps helping to preserve it in pristine shape...
...or possibly it was the staying power of Clorox bleach.

This small container floating down the Assabet and also in Stow, MA might be worth a few bucks...


Usually seeing a Dunkin Donuts container means Styrofoam or plastic.  Not in this instance however...
...with this rugged and re-usable container found in the Concord River in Concord, MA.

With September being a month of transition a few train photos are in order.  The one below has more than a few lines intersecting...
...as Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority locomotive 1062 crosses over the Sudbury River in Concord, MA.

For me there's nothing like the slow-building rumble of an unseen yet approaching freight train.  Then, finally it appears...
...and says "excuse me" as thousands of tons of passing steel and cargo temporarily disrupt things...
...as this Pan Am Railways freight did en route to Portland, ME.  It was on the Stony Brook line and running alongside Forge Pond in Westford, MA.


On one of summer's last days my boat and I approached the end of the Ware River Reservoir's navigable water in the town of Ware, MA...
...which seemed fitting as the season was coming to an end.  The summer was a keeper for sure...wish I could keep her!



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