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

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

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

A fanciful intergalactic event.

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

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.

Everything is changing, the light, the mood.

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

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.

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

A Matisse favorite blown up to giant size.

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

Three stalwart trees guarding the point.

Investigating the certain clarity of glass…

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

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

A golf course on the moon???

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

Storm moving out to sea.

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

Irish coast inspiration.

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

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

Early morning mist over the ocean.

The ultimate charm of the American Midwest landscapes.

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

I know there is one in there somewhere.

Three sentinels posted at the edge of the continent…

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

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

Showing her best Fall colors…

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

From the cool green depths to the sky...

The sky above and the sea below filled with life.

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

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

Full blooded intensity of big nature sky and water.

Floating things makes sense but not in waking state.

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

Urban industry and city living.

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

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

The birds of the Amazon are ubiquitous.‍

All bark and no bite…um, maybe not.

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

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

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

Wish I could…

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.

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.

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

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.

Where you will go after living a good life.

Felt like it painted itself on its’ own.

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

A special moment if you are lucky enough to witness.

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.

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