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

Floating things makes sense but not in waking state.

The Hubble telescope locates a great nebulae…with all the same elements that comprise our planet and our bodies.

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

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

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

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

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

Storm moving out to sea.

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

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.

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

A golf course on the moon???

I know there is one in there somewhere.

Feels familiar, were we there?

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

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

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

I started this painting with no preconceived notion of what it would be, but like the mystery based in nature that it became. The title was inspired by Zen Master Alan Watt's book.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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

Like a dream, some things seem familiar and make sense while others are somewhat magical that might not make sense in the awake state.

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

A fanciful intergalactic event.

Early morning mist over the ocean.

Where you will go after living a good life.

Urban industry and city living.

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

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 Amazon rainforest is a striking and emotional place teeming with life, mystery, beauty, and danger.

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

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

Irish coast inspiration.

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

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

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

Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

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

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

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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

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.

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

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

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

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.

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