I stopped at an antique store in Frontenac, Minnesota located along Highway 61 and the Mississippi River. It is a drive I make on a regular basis and one day I took the time to stop. These old billiard balls caught my eye as I was halfway out the door. They were hidden on a low shelf, in a plastic bag and a bowl. Call it fate that I saw a bit of faint color coming through the bag and went back in. I had this antique Ball mason jar, the perfect vessel to hold the new subject matter, hence the name for this painting.