Uploaded on June 17, 2011
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating —
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats to shore.
—Robert Louis Stevenson,
A Child’s Garden of Verses
6.17.2023: The kids and I bought toy boats and then headed over to the park next to the lake so I could get this shot. It turned out to be a lovely afternoon.