Before Hurrcane Ike hit the Houston-Galveston region, there was a glorious sunset. 
This is my attempt to capture it from a photograph that I had taken. The file size is a hair over one megabyte.
Maybe I’ll try it again, later, because I will learn if I do so. I took some liberties for drama, but I missed the rosy glow in the sky and reflected from the road. I was working from my memory superimposed on a black and white print.
These are efforts to capture some of the energy of the recent supermoon with the You Paint program, as seen from upstairs.
The end result of my second attempt. Supermoon II
The end result of my first attempt. Supermoon I is extremely simple.
Here are the lead up steps to Supermoon II. 
I blocked it out.
and filled it in. 
Small adjustments made the final product above. There are a lot of possibilities for the work, but limited capacity for any one work with this program. The picture would not accept any more changes, and if I had not saved it, the picture would have crashed, and been lost as it had been several times before.
Just as people say that the most beautiful baby in the world is their grandchild, I say that one of the most beautiful older women to have graced this planet was my grandmother.
Meet Melusina Bernhardina(sp?) Dorothea(sp) Nordmeyer Seehausen, seen here when she may have been about sixty. The youngest of thirteen children, people said to her father, Henry Nordmeyer, “She is lovely. You’ll have to keep her at home with you”, as he was heading into his older years. He said, “No, she is going to have a life.” After some training in singing, it is said that her voice teacher cried when she left her training to marry. This was her choice.
Always involved, she originated an art program in the public high school, wherein reproductions of pictures by famous artists were placed along the hallways. The funding that she found for this came from recycling newspapers. Earlier, she painted this self-portrait of herself as a young woman.
When I was a rather arrogant, fresh-water biology graduate student, and I noticed how observant she was, I said to her, “You could have been a scientist.” She just chuckled. Now I know how hard-working her family had always been. Of course, she had the capacity to have become a scientist, had she wanted to, and had she had the opportunity.