For the last week and a half I’ve visited a small park in town. The park starts level by the road but quickly drops off to a small rolling river below.
I’ve gotten in the habit of getting a bacon, egg and cheese and stopping at the park to eat my breakfast. It’s on the way to where I’m working.
My breakfast nook. 
The path entering the park.
The real treat comes at the bottom of the hill when you get to the river. It’s a great place to collect your thoughts.
If you look through the crystal clear water you can see the ledge beneath. There’s no mud, just coarse sand below.
Looking up the river you can see the hemlocks that flank it. What a peaceful place.
I couldn’t stop taking pictures.
The old foundation of some sort of building. It’s been a long time since that building served any purpose. 
It’s neat how this maple tree grows even though the dirt washed away around its roots. I wouldn’t be surprised if something lives under that tree.
This yellow birch started life growing between two boulders and continues to thrive.
If you live in Newtown, CT you can find the park about a half mile up from where 34 meets 110. You have to look hard or you’ll miss the little parking lot. It takes about 10 minutes to get to the river.
