The Sunday morning news show featured a story about a Rembrandt exhibit in Boston. Particularily fascinating were the artist's self portraits. As a young man, he drew himself as very princely. As an older man, he drew every wrinkle and soft skin drooping, sparing nothing of these details. Still, the older artist looks out at the viewer with a nobility of bearing, no less dimmed for the realism of age. This inspired me to sit before a mirror and attempt a sketch. This morning, I am not at my best. A sinus headache causes me to tense the muscles around my eyes. Still, I, like Rembrandt, wanted to capture the reality of the moment.