Bridge at Strawberry

That afternoon spent at the Strawberry River was a magical interlude in a moment of life continuing. My wife Judy walked along the winding curve of the river, alternately admiring the poetry in the setting and that in her mind's eye. I found a large, comfortable rock to sit on, paint and admire the fortified bridge above capped by the river bubbling and gurgling at my feet. Together we share this earth, excitement and joy.

From a collection of Mechanic's Bank