I Went out for a hike with two granddaughters last evening: Ava and Anna. They were really disappointed that we got to our favorite lake after sundown—until we got mooned.  I mean we were really mooned!  While tossing bright-yellow autumn sassafras leaves on the dark blue water, we looked up to find the full moon sneaking slowly up and over a lakeside copse of fiery maples.

And once we focused on what the evening light was doing on the water, we got a Monet experience.  Well, I got the Monet, but their being 5 and 3, they merely got the impression—which I suppose was exactly Monet’s creative point.  Now as much as I love Monet, I do have to say that the divine Creator left with me, and I hope our granddaughters as well, visual impressions a bit more awe-inspiring.

It didn’t hurt the impressions at all that three swans, a dozen Canada geese and a few Mallards were experiencing the dramatic dusk with us. I always wonder if they see beauty too.

See you outdoors,

Dean