This series began while I was gathering seashells on Sanibel Island, Florida.  We were all engaged in a meditative activity bathed in late afternoon light. 

 

 I was struck by the solitude and beauty of the scene.  The hues, textures, and light reminded me of French Impressionism.  I could almost see brush marks in the air.

 

 I returned to the beach for more sunsets, shell gathering, and picture taking. These are my impressionistic memories.