Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it all, right away, every time. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.
[Annie Dillard]

(Congratulations! And in honor, here a gradeschool watercolor of his:)

(My favorites: lightning *nearly* striking church; transparent doors and windowframes; TV antennae on houses; German patchwork fields.)