I've been turning to mementos scavenged during visits to Cape Cod beaches in summers past as subjects for still life painting. Each trip has its own particular memories, personal significance invested in objects that I've managed to hold onto through the years. When I think of Nauset beach, I am reminded of early mornings walking the sands wrapped in dense fog. One late afternoon, however, a fog rolled in slowly off the ocean, something I had never experienced outside of Northern California. As we sat on the dune, the water gradually disappeared and before our eyes the sun made a splendid "fogbow" in the mist. It seemed magical, and I knew before even starting this composition that a fogbow would have to be part of it.