Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

We are all on our way somewhere. All things are on their way somewhere.

American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.

The power of big nature based on elements of the South Pacific.

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.

I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.

One of a series of paintings of the ever-shifting dunes in the Moroccan Sahara.

The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.

A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.

Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.

Visiting the Amazon region in Peru makes you think all kinds of new thoughts.

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.

A landscape I never actually experienced in life came alive on this canvas. A deep sense of peace and serenity. All is right with the world here on Cherry Lane.

The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.

Contemplative and calming. Part of the “Sun Series" of paintings.

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

The Amazon region is a place of life filled with all kinds of colorful critters.

Off in the distance living their best tree life, undisturbed except for conditions which they are designed to endure. Such a great sense of peace.

Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

Storm moving out to sea.

End of a long day, time to take stock of all the good things that happened.

From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.

The beach, where it all begins and ends for me.

I think about the 4,000 mile solo hitchhiking trip I took in 1972 to West Coast and back.

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

A moment of stunning beauty, as the mighty Delaware River snake it’s way though rural Pennsylvania on it’s way to the Atlantic.

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

Where you will go after living a good life.

I have no idea how this title came to be. But It is a soothing painting.

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

A Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

Dusk in Austin, Texas produces those alluring high desert scapes, the dust amplifying the end of daylight.

Sometimes a painting is made and lives for many years and then the artist chooses to obliterate it and create something completely new and different…although there can be ideas from the previous painting that survive. This is true for this painting.

I know there is one in there somewhere.

The sun, the focus of all life on our planet.

I guess they are friends of the shark, until they aren’t.

From the cool green depths to the sky...

A golf course on the moon???

I, along with a group of people, once witnessed a series of UFOs in the night sky over Lake Cayuga in Ithaca, NY. We had many questions, but very few answers.

Wish I could…

Irish coast inspiration.