When we were weighing the pros and cons of moving away from Durham, one of the things that was on our cons list that we had no answer for was the Eno River. It essentially runs through the middle of town, it’s vast, it’s got a great variety of trails and destinations (swinging bridges, old defunct pump stations, actual mountains, log cabins, etc) and, as is obvious from this photo, it’s gorgeous. And there aren’t too many mountain lions.
This particular day was a treasure. It was September, yet still warm enough for the girls to strip to their underwear and swim. And the sunlight. Holy cow the sunlight. Veritable columns so solid they almost made ripples in the water. Bob was wading and playing with the girls and I was busy taking over 100 pictures because the atmosphere you see in the picture? That’s exactly how it looked and felt in real life. When I look back at these pictures and think about that day, I feel a reverence that stops just short of my feelings about my wedding day. Which, you know, I kinda liked.
Have a great weekend everyone.