We spend lots of time on this blog sharing pictures of our books and our kids and our barn. We share photos of drawings and paintings by kids in the club. But as far as I can remember, we never show you pictures of the river that rolls along about two blocks from our house. It is called, not surprisingly, the Chester River, and it’s really quite beautiful. Especially at sunset. Here’s a shot I took from the bridge while I was out jogging over the weekend.
I’ve always loved mountains and forests, but there’s something about the river, the way it echoes the sky, the way it doubles the trees along the shoreline, the way it whispers along, minding its business as we go about our own.