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...
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.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...