"If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then Autumn would be the magic hour." -Victoria Erickson
If you've been following this blog for a while now, you've probably noticed that one of my favorite things to take pictures of - is water. There's just something about it - the calm, soothing rhythm. It's where I most feel God's love for us. Especially underneath a setting sun.
We couldn't make up our minds for dinner one Friday night so we got in the car and ended up here. With sandwiches and chocolate milks. And we had races on the beach and we waded in the river's edge and we watched that lone pontoon boat motor back and forth alongside the one duck that was enjoying having the whole place to himself. And we stayed until dark when it got just a little chilly and we drove home with the window's down - taking the scenic route through the trees and the gravel roads and past the airport with its grounded planes so that the boys could take a close-up look at what a real one looks like before they board their first one very soon.
And it was a good night.