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The Muse is a strange force. I spent five minutes trying to not take these pictures. I was late for work already. But I knew, for whatever reason, that I'd be doing some harm to myself or the muse or my role as an artist if I walked away. I needed to interact with the moment and for 5 more minutes as I clicked my camera, nothing else mattered. The world slipped away to the greys I saw melting in front of me.

Thanks to a friend for the last minute tickets. It was great!

GUESS WHO?

From my first youth onward, I was a seaman and have so continued until this day. ... Wherever on the earth a ship has been, I have been. I have spoken and treated with learned men, priests, and laymen, Latins and Greeks, Jews and Moors, and with many men of other faiths. The Lord was well disposed to my desire, and He bestowed upon me courage and understanding; knowledge of seafaring He gave me in abundance, of astrology as much as was needed, and of geometry and astronomy likewise. Further, He gave me joy and cunning in drawing maps and thereon cities, mountains, rivers, islands, and harbours, each one in its place. I have seen and truly I have studied all books—cosmographies, histories, chronicles, and philosophies, and other arts, for which our Lord unlocked my mind, sent me upon the sea, and gave me fire for the deed. Those who heard of my emprise called it foolish, mocked me, and laughed. But who can doubt but that the Holy Ghost inspired me?


(Boston: Little, Brown, and Co., 1930, pp.19–20.) (MarkE. Petersen, The Great Prologue, pp.25–26).