Today as I was seated next to my concrete ponds watching the water lily buds open, I was reminded of Monet. I wonder if he would go to his ponds with his paint brush in hand anxiously waiting for the water lilies to bloom so he could capture their beauty in a portrait? I can just see him sitting behind his easel wearing his stained painters smock, smiling as the lilies poked their buds above the water.
How many times did he stand on that bridge and let his imagination run wild in his sanctuary of solitude and water lilies.