We went down to Althea’s river. It’s a kind-of a magical place. It is a place of dreams. There are woods one might want never to leave. I didn’t stop while walking to take any photographs, so we will just have to remember on our own. But I can tell you. One thing that makes it magical is this. Iris chose Althea. It seemed to me to be a child’s crush upon a child she admired. A friend she wanted for her own. Her first friend chosen with no input from her mother. Iris chose Althea. Friendship. Woods and rivers. Magic!

And not one good photograph to prove it, so you’ll just have to take my word.