Pastel—8″x 8″

Light is a thing that cannot be reproduced, but must be represented by something else – by color.
~Paul Cezanne

The sheds were nestled and the sun was low in the sky. The light that evening was catching the tops of the pines, indigenous to Northern Michigan. I pulled aside to enjoy the serenity of the moment, knowing that I would use this memory to create my vision of calm.