Shady Path, 9x12

With your eyes caress the hills

With your heart feel their presence, 

Hear their whispers in the rustling leaves, 

In the bubbling brook, the shifting clouds, 

The warm blanket of the sun, the flapping wing of the crow,

In the shadowy fingers of evening

They are alive 

Bright path, 8 x 10,                  

When the evening comes, 11x14

Stormy Clouds over Poppy Fields, 9x12, on cradled wooden box,

Morning in the Park, 5x7

Eucalyptus, sketch, 8 x 10

Path with clouds, 9 x 12