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.

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

From the cool green depths to the sky...

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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.

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

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

Where you will go after living a good life.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

A golf course on the moon???

Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

Storm moving out to sea.

I know there is one in there somewhere.

Irish coast inspiration.

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

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

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

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

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

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

Early morning mist over the ocean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

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

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

Wish I could…