If the Flintstones could have Stony Curtis and Cary Granite, I can be forgiven for the title of this post.
I am always struck by the range of colours that can be found in seemingly-dull rock, tones and hues that are brought out by water and good light. Today we had both.
It was a beautiful day in the Ottawa Valley and, even though there is still plenty of snow around, it is clear that winter is losing its grip. Just as well, since many of us feared losing our grip, too.