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

Irish coast inspiration.

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

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

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

From the cool green depths to the sky...

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

Where you will go after living a good life.

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.

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

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

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

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

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

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.

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

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

A golf course on the moon???

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

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.

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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

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

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

I know there is one in there somewhere.

The flat landscape of the East End of Long Island produces calming images of reverie and quiet.

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

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

Storm moving out to sea.

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

Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

Wish I could…

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

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

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

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

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

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

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

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

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

Early morning mist over the ocean.

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.

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

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