While in Normandy, France, I visited Juno Beach where the Canadian forces landed on D-Day. It was an eerily quiet, cold and windy day. As I approached the crest of the hill
overlooking the beach, all I could think about were the countless young men lost, and the horrid conditions they faced. I was entering a sacred and humbling place.
This sweet girl is my neice's daughter. Her clear, honest gaze drew me in. It was my first attempt at a watercolor portrait.