That first shot of the river from under Hawkins Bridge is the prettiest I’ve seen for a while. What a great perspective! Looking at these pictures from where I’m exiled in South Carolina’s heat and drought, it’s the brilliant greens that impress me first. Since thunderstorms were circling around—and the expressions on y’all’s faces suggest concern—it must have been a warm day, but you’d never guess it from this collection. In fact, the Wading, so darkly topaz, reminds me of free-flowing, deliciously cool root beer.
The scene above could come straight from a fairy tale, with its shadowy enchanted woods, banks of silvered sand, and the lone canoe, waiting for a mysterious passenger. Magic lurks here!
Thank you, Al, for your adventurous spirit. Thank you, Whip, for the magic.
Glo
Another home run!
