48 x 48, pastel on prepared panel
As the afternoon wound down and the sun dropped into the western sky, I watched the fog bank form. At first, small wisps of lavender and cerulean. Then more blocks of gray. French gray. Cool gray. Blue gray. Flat gray. All blending together into what looked like a massive wall.
I watched as the sun, moving ever westward in its arc, touched the edge of the fog bank and revealed its lack of substance. Vapors were unable to block the purity of the light.