Works

Cape Sable Island, on the southwest shore of Nova Scotia is a sanctuary for many water birds.

I am drawn to the beauty of sumac trees after a snowfall; to the way the snow outlines their wildness as they shake their red berries in defiance of the winter snow.

Winter paints a magical, starkly beautiful landscape in the empty fields.

Rt116, south of Bristol, VT on snowy misty morning.

A tiny hilltop village near Monte San Savino, covered with groves of olive trees.

Autumn was a symphony of color this year in Vermont. It was especially beautiful around Lincoln, VT.

In the Autumn, the evening shadows become very long in the golden light. Coming out of the athletics center at Middlebury College the handball courts cast a shadow stretching toward the brilliantly lit birch trees behind the Mahaney Center for the Arts. The sky was dramatic as only in the Fall.

July in Tuscany near Monte San Savino, the fields of sunflowers are coming into full flower.

To bicycle or walk across the Lake Champlain causeway is one of the delights of living in Vermont. Wasps are nature's paper makers, turning wood into the paper for their nests. I have included the beautiful, striated gray paper of the paper wasp in this painting.

As the storm ended, the cloud cover began to lift on the mountains seen from Munger Road in Middlebury. It was a magical moment

The sands and cliffs of Victoria-By-The-Sea, a village on the southern shore of Prince Edward Island, are a deep red sandstone color.

Low tide on the south shore of Prince Edward Island reveals the sandstone-red sands and creates shimmering reflections in the shallow mud flats which seem to go as far as the eye can see.

A quiet, peaceful spot at dusk, on the shore of Fern Lake, Salisbury, Vermont

It was early spring in Guilford, Vermont. As the dense morning mist burned off, the sun filtered through the trees just leafing out with new growth, lighting up the forest floor of young ferns and early wildflowers.

Down the road from The Handmade Papers Gallery in Brooklin, Maine, is Center Harbor. Looking up the hill from the harbor is a field filled with wildflowers, Queen Ann's Lace, wild poppies and daylilies.

Standing inside the Mahaney Center of the Arts on Middlebury College Campus, on a typical Autumn day of constantly changing weather, the skies cleared and the sun struck the birch trees around the pond turning them a golden yellow. The reflections in the pond picked up all the colors of the surrounding landscape.

The water lilies were just opening in the pond in the early morning as we biked over to the Wooden Boat School, Brooklin, Maine.

Early morning reflections in the lily pond at the Wooden Boat School, Brooklin, Maine.

Wooden Boat School, Brooklin, Maine

Bobbing wooden sailboats emerge from the early morning fog at the Wooden Boat School in Brooklin, Maine.

Early morning on the beach at the Wooden Boat School in Brooklin, Maine.

Walking along Morse Rd during a January thaw, we came upon this striking stand of birches next to a snow covered field.

Early morning mist beginning to lift, near The Wooden Boat School, Brooklin, Maine.

When Middlebury College built their BioEnergy Plant, a field of willow was planted near the College. In the spring, the young plants emerged in oranges and reds, glorious in the early morning light.

Late afternoon reflections in a cove on Ile Au Haut, Maine, at low tide.

In Kathmandu, Nepal, a child peeks out at the strange foreigner from the shelter of her simple home.

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When Middlebury's Cross Street Bridge was built in 2010, it gave us new views of Otter Creek. I was captivated by the reflections of the trees overhanging the creek.

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Birches are striking in every season, but especially in the autumn.

Driving out South Street Extension in Middlebury during a January snow, the roadside weeds took on a special winter beauty."

Coming over the Appalachian Gap in late October as the sunset-painted sky set off the bare branches of the trees in dramatic silhouette. The surrounding mountains were still awash in fall colors. It was truly an Autumn Symphony.

A walk on the Trail Around Middlebury (TAM) in the fall inspired me to try using the natural colors of the plant fibers I had gathered to make this painting.

Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge, Cambridge, Maryland

The full moon was rising over Lake Champlain near the Crown Point Bridge on a summer night, driving back from the Adirondacks, illuminating the shallows with it's reflection in the water.

Block Island

The old Coast Guard Station watches over the entrance to the channel into the Great Salt Pond of Block Island, RI.

A few feet away were the remains of buildings destroyed by the Tsunami. On the sand, one could see the huge footprints of elephants that had been walking on the beach. Looking out to sea, all was peacefully calm.

During the Monsoon Season, as you walk in the bright sun along the white sands of the Maldives, you see the storms rolling in--huge billowing black clouds about to deluge you with their heavy rain.

Block Island, Rhode Island

Dusk is always a magic hour, especially with the reflections of sky on water. We would always try to bike out to the ponds of Block Island to catch to peace and mystery of the early evening light.

After a paddle on the creek, the sun was reaching the golden hour, bathing the creek in glorious light.

Center Harbor in Brooklin, Maine, is one of the prettiest little harbors I have come across. It has inspired many paintings.

Three weeks before the winter solstice at the top of Bennington Gap, the afternoon sun lit the scene with a warm yellow-orange color; the stands of white birches shimmered in the golden light; the subtle shades and textures of winter grasses and seedpods, reds, oranges and many shades of browns and purples. And the dark clouds on the horizon gave way to blue sky above.

During the January Thaw, we walked on Morse Rd. through the flood plain. The partially melted ice with the plants frozen underneath was beautiful.

The mountains of Vermont are just as beautiful from across the border. Eastern Townships, near Lake Memphremagog, Quebec Province, Canada.

Another memory of the magical island on Inle Lake in Burma.

In the Fall, before the snows come, the cross country ski trails become hiking trails of spectacular beauty.

This work was painted for a 2009 commemorative exhibition honoring Sri Lanka's most famous and influential architect, Geoffrey Bawa (1919-2003), held at his country home, "Lunuganga" in Bentota, Sri Lanka. The painting is of a wall in the courtyard beneath his workroom. I love the play of light on the complex colors of the old wall.

In the fertile valley of Lake Memphremagog in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, we passed this field of sunflowers lit by the late afternoon light.

Driving through Tuscany, down to the Chianti Valley, we were surrounded by beautiful vineyards and mountainside villages. The light on the landscape was stunning.

As we traveled south to Rome we stopped to visit the walled city of Orvieto, sitting on an impregnable rock from which it has guarded the road from Florence to Rome through the centuries. The countryside beneath the city is full of vineyards, olive groves and fields of wheat. Wild poppies grow along the sides of the road. The city sits in magnificent splendor, visible for miles around.

Inle Lake is a shallow lake, 22km long and 11km wide, in the hills southeast of Mandalay. The 17 villages of the area are built on stilts right in the lake and food is grown in floating gardens staked to the lake bottom with bamboo poles. From our hotel we looked out over floating rice paddies and vegetable gardens. Men were out in their canoes tending the paddy. On an island in the distance was a temple. We could hear the chanting from across the water.

Our first evening in Bagan, we went to watch the sunset from the top of the Shwesandaw Paya, a large white pyramid-style pagoda offering a 360 degree view of the plains of Bagan (a vast 42sq. mile Archeological Zone in Central Burma covered with the ruins of 4400 temples).

We spent the night at an “Agriturismo', a working farm which took in overnight guests. Early in the morning I went for a walk with my watercolor sketchbook and sketched this scene, which I later painted as a pulp painting. The farm dog kept me company the whole time. I sat painting on the edge of a wheat field as the golden morning light gradually illuminated the landscape surrounding me with its magic.

As we were moving from one place to another in our motor-propelled longboat "taxi", we passed this island covered with stupas crowded together as far as the eye could see. We passed by so quickly that I was only able to snap a few photos. I never found out the name of the place, but still find the images very beautiful.