Yesterday’s walk brought no clouds, instead a hyacinth blue lake with a slight haze from the fires in the distance. As I saw the trees, I imagined how Van Gogh might have seen them, how the sun penetrated the green leaves just so, and how he had to show their glistening vibrancy; and how he captured the textures of life with thick strokes, so that you can see and so you want to reach out and taste, touch, lose yourself in the flowers, and paddle along in the background in your boat, to take the finger of your eye and lick the frosting right off. And did he see how the blue sky, as it meets the glistening green leaves—meet, making two into one? To mix the blue sky together with the green leaves to get at that one signature color that we see in his sunflowers? Yesterday, I felt as though I was walking through Van Gogh…Oh how he brought his canvases to life!