Spring runoff and seven lace-like waterfalls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

Storm moving out to sea.

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

Wish I could…

Irish coast inspiration.

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

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.

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.

Early morning mist over the ocean.

A golf course on the moon???

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

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

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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

On the horizon is the flat and wide bay.

The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

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

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.

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

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

Where you will go after living a good life.

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

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.

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

From the cool green depths to the sky...

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

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.

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

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

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

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

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

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

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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

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

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