 Now, that was over 50 years ago, and I've never forgotten that moonlit night. I'll soon forget about that intersection, all the loud noise, but I will always remember the quiet moment in the woods. Years later, I recall that walk in the woods when I started doing paintings, holding brushes between my teeth. That moment became the inspiration for a watercolor painting. Now, for me, a quadriplegic, watercolors are very challenging.