This series began while I was gathering seashells on Sanibel Island, Florida. I wasn’t alone. We were all in our own little worlds, absorbed in a meditative practice of gathering seashells.
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.
Paintings by Monet and Renoir came to mind.
I returned to the beach for more sunsets and shell gathering, but this time with my camera. These are my impressionistic memories
of being there.