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.