I spent the dark, depressing winter of 2020-2021 waiting for the Covid surge to fade, waiting for vaccines to be developed, waiting for the political chaos to end, waiting for spring. I started watching, and then started painting, the sunset over our pond every evening. As I painted, the sunset became to me a powerful symbol of the passing of time, of the existence of beauty, the indifference of the universe to our troubles. I made about 40 paintings in all. Some of them are shown here.