The fountain, where we found a quarter on the road and tossed a penny in the water.
My daughter noticed the delicate dance of light on water, while I stood staring, distracted, at the blue sky.
Feathery patterns, shimmering in the spring sun.
Lingering near this spot where the water cascades down, we could hardly hear each other for the noise. 
On the path home, so peaceful, one would never guess we’d just spent an hour figuring out how to remove a broken bike lock, and that much of the afternoon had centered on this:
The water in the fountain is so very beautiful. Praise the Lord for the generosity of the hardware employee.
Gorgeous pictures. I love that fountain and the water fall. The water fall looks familiar – wonder if I’ve seen it before.
Ooooh, so that’s a bolt cutter. Heck I’ve got one of those. Didn’t quite know what it was used for… now I know!