Man in Red Shirts

Day trip to the city today to see Monet: the Late Years. It was dizzying to stand in front of those huge canvasses--at one point I felt myself falling into the shimmering reflections among the water lilies. I kept trying to figure out how he did it--all those separate wonderful brush strokes come together as magnificent lush evocative images that change as you move around the room. It was a fine day.