Riversmoke by Jamie Kirkpatrick

Warm air moving over cold water produces that eerie, wispy, vaporous concoction we call riversmoke. It gives our river a lovely dreamlike quality that plays with our notions of what is real and what is imaginary. When the sun is out, the Chester can be sparkling blue; under grey skies it takes on a muddy, … Continue reading Riversmoke by Jamie Kirkpatrick