It Begins With Us
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
I have never really been drawn to creating landscape paintings. I do them now and then but it always...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...