Anchor..."Anchor" begins at the water's edge. Three rowboats rest against a grassy bank yellow, red, and white orange their hulls painted the kind of colors that only exist in places where people still take their time. A weathered wooden shed leans quietly nearby, half reclaimed by the earth. Behind it, the river curves gently toward a cluster of white farmhouses nestled in rolling green hills, and above them all, a summer sky full of soft clouds and open