Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...

A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
I have never really been drawn to creating landscape paintings. I do them now and then but it always...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...