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

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Storm moving out to sea.

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

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.

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

From the cool green depths to the sky...

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

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

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

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

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

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

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

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

Irish coast inspiration.

A golf course on the moon???

Wish I could…

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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.

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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

Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

I know there is one in there somewhere.

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

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.

Where you will go after living a good life.

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

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

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 ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

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

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.

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

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

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

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