"And then I painted the light."

Brain cancer is...

...appreciating autumn light.

We have taken the advice of a few Team D members who suggested that we walk at the park during daylight hours rather than in the dark.  Good thinking.

Look at the long shadows at the park today. How beautiful is the light?

The title of today's post comes from a fond memory of our 30th anniversary trip to London.

For our itinerary, we divided all the days up fairly between the two of us with historical places, art museums, engineering places, and pubs (okay, pubs and wine bars were for both of us).

In the museum realm, I was overwhelmed by the National Gallery (a story for another day).  While there, though, we saw one of Monet's famous paintings of water lilies.

Wet and Awesome (not)

Later we went to the Tate Museum of Modern Art and saw the next version of Monet's water lily paintings.

Also not awesome (unless you're looking at the painting).

What we remember is this paraphrase of Monet's quote, which captures the journey from one museum to the next (I can't find the quote online, but enjoy the London memory with me):

"First I painted the lilies.  And then I painted the light."

What a thing, to keep looking, to keep seeing.  What a thing, to be able to paint light.

What a thing, to influence how people so far away in place and in time experience their daily life.

Let's all just keep painting the light.