Cedar Grove on Upper Current River, my special ‘place’.

Sycamores stand sentinal across the river, reflected in a pool of water left from recent flooding.

A perfect spot for my reflection too.

Not far down the river, a bluff holds ancient faces watching this section of the world. A thousand thousand years have passed, gray granite, unseeing eyes.

Peace reigns on this day, no kayaks, no canoes, no campers. Trout are hungry in the water, rising to Hubby’s bait. The world it beautiful and full of wonder.