Where you will go after living a good life.

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

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.

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

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

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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

Wish I could…

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

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

Irish coast inspiration.

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

I know there is one in there somewhere.

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

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

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

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

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.

From the cool green depths to the sky...

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A golf course on the moon???

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

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

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

Storm moving out to sea.

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

The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

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.

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

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