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Through my bedroom window I look at clouds illuminated by the full moon and study the puffs of subdued white, yellowish-faint-purple, and pink pillows floating across the sky, an occasional star peaks through the clouds and mist in the atmosphere as they are ushered along by the wind. Laying on my bed, I feel perhaps a little like Vincent may have felt when he took brush to canvas and gave us his rendition of what his mind saw in the heavens that starry night in southern France.
Not only was it Vincent's imagination that created the painting so many generations have adored and continue to adore. It was also the moon playing with the clouds and joining the stars playing their game of peek-a-boo that imprinted in Vincent's mind his interpretation of that starry night.
It is 3:02 in the morning and the clouds are getting brighter as the moon moves toward the west. It is a light-show powerful enough to let Timothy Leary set aside his mind altering experiments ans savor what the heavens are delivering overhead.
Mounting my camera to tripod I attempt to capture what is taking place in the heavens in digital format just, just as Vincent captured what he saw that starry night with his paint brushes, on canvas. My initial image will not be as vibrant as Vincent’s, but just as Vincent worked the oils, I will work with the pixels to try and share what my mind’s eye is admiring.
I won’t cut off my ear. At least not this wonderful morning. There are pictures that must be taken.