Work Day Sunrise
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...