Domesticated, landscape is an illusion, all returns to dust.
River Boulder Surrounded by Excited Waters
Some logs don’t exist, at least not yet, but they will, when we conceive them.
This death has no sting, probably the greatest tree, to ever live here
Quivering hands squeeze, dripping blisters in the night breath, the maul descends
Stone Soup
Gathered from afar, solar storage piled high, destined for the fire
Earthen debris is, the result of the fallen, things once grew skyward
Stump Absorbing Sunlight
Where shadows grow long, yet beams upon unearthed stones, gravity prevails
Barren and alone, efforts severed to touch stars, I am not dead yet.
Snowmelt Ripping Through a Community of Local Boulders
The River Flowing Through a Magnificent Array of Rocks
Water Through the Rocks
Time Disappears
Portrait of the Big Thompson Flowing
Edge of the Fire
Elder of the Forest
Two Trees in the Thick of It
Scraggly Trees
Severed Buddies
“The Place of Wonderment”
Grasses Overtaking the Remains of a Tree
Ice Encrusted Boulder Existing in the Shadows
The Big Thompson Canyon from Round Mountain
Thick Needle Mountain
We visit this place, treading our existence through, stubborn snow resides
Two Massive Conifers Absorbing Final Sunbeams
Boulder Embraced with a Skin of Snowmelt
Teeming Along The Cache Le Poudre River
Hypothermic Boulder Gathering Sunbeams
Cluster of Cacti
Domesticated, landscape is an illusion, all returns to dust.Oil on panel, 18×24”
River Boulder Surrounded by Excited WatersGouache on paper, 9x12”
Some logs don’t exist, at least not yet, but they will, when we conceive them.Oil on panel, 6x9”
This death has no sting, probably the greatest tree, to ever live hereGouache and Watercolor on Paper, 24x18”
Quivering hands squeeze, dripping blisters in the night breath, the maul descendsOil on panel, 6x9”
Stone SoupGouache on paper, 12x9”
Gathered from afar, solar storage piled high, destined for the fireOil on panel, 9x12”
Earthen debris is, the result of the fallen, things once grew skywardOil on panel, 9x12”
Stump Absorbing SunlightOil on panel , 11×14”
Where shadows grow long, yet beams upon unearthed stones, gravity prevails Oil on panel, 9x12”
Barren and alone, efforts severed to touch stars, I am not dead yet.Oil on panel, 9x12”
Snowmelt Ripping Through a Community of Local BouldersOil on panel, 16x20”
The River Flowing Through a Magnificent Array of RocksGouache on paper, 9x12”
Water Through the RocksAcrylic on Panel, 5x7”
Time DisappearsOil on Panel, 9x12"
Portrait of the Big Thompson FlowingOil on panel, 6x9”
Edge of the FireOil on panel, 10x10"
Elder of the ForestOil on panel, 12x16"
Two Trees in the Thick of ItWatercolor and Gauche on paper, 11x15”
Scraggly TreesWatercolor and Gauche on paper, 11x15”
Severed BuddiesOil on panel6x9”
“The Place of Wonderment”Watercolor on paper, 22x15”
Grasses Overtaking the Remains of a TreeGouache on paper, 9x12”
Ice Encrusted Boulder Existing in the ShadowsOil on cradled panel9x12”
The Big Thompson Canyon from Round MountainOil on Panel, 12x9”
Thick Needle MountainOil on cradled panel, 12x9”
We visit this place, treading our existence through, stubborn snow residesGouache on paper, 9×12”
Two Massive Conifers Absorbing Final SunbeamsOil on cradled panel, 11x14”
Boulder Embraced with a Skin of SnowmeltOil on cradled panel, 8x10”
Teeming Along The Cache Le Poudre RiverWatercolor and gouache on paper, 9x12”
Hypothermic Boulder Gathering SunbeamsOil on panel, 12x16”
Cluster of Cacti9x12”
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