Happy Cows

While painting this one from behind a rusty barbwire fence running along the overgrowth by the riverbank, I had an odd thought of what would happen if a cow came charging down the little path I was on. I sorta game-planned how I would step back into a little clearing behind my easel to let […]


Afternoon Inside the Point

  What day is it now? How long has it been? I miss my lover and my friend And while it’s not quite really a sin I’ve now fallen in love With a very light wind Someone to speak with This breeze she is mine We’ll speak with each other And we’ll speak in rhyme […]…

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Right After Breakfast

  Rising up with the sun Oh how we are blessed We’ll get it all done Right after breakfast A lonely spigot Sweet water from rust We’ll refill our jugs Right after breakfast We’ll hang our food high Or else bury it we must We’ll hide it from bears Right after breakfast We’ll commit our […]


Trying to Paint in the Rain

After two straight days of rain and a not so inspiring view from inside the tent, I broke down and attempted to paint on this masonite panel even though it was still drizzling. Luckily it never became a downpour. The thought of painting in the rain has resonated with me ever since though…   She […]…

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When the Rain Finally Stopped

I’ve been in a storm That seems like it will never end And it still howls and hammers to this very day I’m learning to accept The shivering soaking that follows Whenever I step out of the shelter I’ve built in this old heart It’s walls are made of driftwood Branches and limbs From long […]…

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Backside of the Dunes

One of the last plein air paintings I did before my first daughter was born. When she came along we bought a house and painting was put on hold for several years while frantic nest-building ensued. That was nuts. Two weeks before she was born we were walking to the gas station down the street […]…

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California Poppies

After this piece I came to the conclusion that the nearly unbearable intensity of the color of California poppies in bright sunshine may just be one of nature’s cruelest tricks ever hoisted upon unsuspecting plein air painters. It’s just not fair, really.