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  • Writer's pictureKelly Seeber

The Pink Light of Paris

I remember sitting on these cold stone steps with so many others, holding a small bag of raspberry macarons that I couldn't wait to eat. The breeze felt amazing after the steep, sweaty climb to the top of the hill. The crowd swelled as sunset came near. I remember the sudden, intense quiet for the quick couple of minutes that turned the pink light dark. But, most of all, I remember how I felt sitting here hardly believing it was all real (Sacre'-Coeur Basilica in Montmarte, Paris 2018).

Sacre'-Couer de Montmarte, 14" x 11" acrylic, enamel, art remnants, and found cardboard on recycled paper.


I took this photo as we were running to see the sunset atop Montmarte. The pink light stopped me in my tracks and I quickly snapped the pic with the small point-and-shoot on my wrist. It's one of my favorite photos ever.



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