Telling a Story of Water

Water has continually written my life story! From my watery beginnings floating in the womb, to my very first word uttered, “arsh” which I pronounced as the sound of water emerging from my parents kitchen faucet The above photograph shows the icicles hanging from a red sandstone cliff on a bend ofHighway 550, traveling south from our home nearing Ouray, Colorado, which is home to the Ice Climbing Park and you can see why. Almost every day I make the drive to go soak and swim in the Ouray Hot Springs Pool. I admit it, I am a water addict, a true “Aquaholic”. Water and stone, I love you!