Down on the river bank

Met up with friends this past Friday, down on the banks of the Spring River. It was a beautiful sunny day, reflections bouncing off the water - great day to paint. A heron flew by several times,  but never stopped long enough to get himself into our paintings.

 Afterwards, we had lunch at the corner booth. There is a doll in there, up high on a dusty shelf thats the spitting image of my Mother. It looks down on me while I eat with a little quirk on it's face.