Water

Water fascinates me, it always has. I love the way it sparkles when it comes out the end of a garden hose and the cool feel of it on my bare feet as I stand on hot concrete. As a child, I would spend hours playing with a bucket full of water or using a number two washtub as a makeshift kiddie pool.

My parents bought their first boat, a little sixteen foot runabout, when I was just four. It was the first of many boats in my life – I learned to water-ski behind that boat when I was seven. Many sweet summer days were spent skimming across the smooth green water of Kentucky Lake on a slalom ski.

I was a teenager before I went to the beach the first time - and saw the Atlantic Ocean. The water was cold, the waves were big, the undertow strong and it was so salty. I loved it instantly. Now, when I go to the beach, I don’t really like to sit in a chair – I like to stand in the surf, about ankle deep. I watch for little fish, dig for coquinas, search for shells, wonder about life and basically just watch the waves go in and go out.

I’m simply mesmerized.