Something powerful about the confluence of two great bodies of waters.
In moviemaking parlance, “magic hour” is that alluring transition from afternoon to evening — twilight — when the world of our perceptions changes.
From a deep place in the unconscious describing an untouched place of serenity in deep woods.
The warm morning glow of dawn in summer, a signal of a new day with fresh possibilities.
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.
A metaphysical moment in nature where no human can deny the serenity and beauty of nature.
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.
Painted after a major surgery reaffirming my love for the beach and ocean swimming.
Hundreds of thousands of parakeets swarming at dawn preparing to cross the water into the rainforest for the day’s events.
The Hubble telescope locates a great nebulae…with all the same elements that comprise our planet and our bodies.
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 Berber man composing his headwrap in the wind. A commission by a fellow traveler to the Sahara in Morocco.
The Amazon rainforest is a striking and emotional place teeming with life, mystery, beauty, and danger.
American farmlands have been the bedrock of so many families with the same American dream.
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.
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.
I am always impressed by a stand of trees. All part of the same family no doubt. Fascinating.
Like a giant and soft watercolor with a spiritual quality that changes with the ambient light.
Trees in perfect synch with each other. Are they all related? They must be.
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.
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.