This was painted from life in pastel, by William Williams, at Philadelphia in 1794.
The tunnel entrance glowed with the pastel radiance from the rocks.
It was all right if you shut your eyes, for Miriam wasn't what you'd call a pastel.
Fields fled beneath them, looking like a crazy-quilt in pastel.
A pastel that I have just begun—the portrait of the Princesse de Ponteve.