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.