Like the investigative reporter that I am not, I was on the scene when the story broke that the Bellagio had lost power. Like Moses at the Red Sea, the crowds parted and dispersed. I began to paint without the hypnotized masses mesmerized by the water, fire, and light. Money was hemorrhaging and security had abandoned the sidewalk. Not only was it quiet in a noisy, crowded place, but it was a little cooler next to the water. I was ready when the power returned.