Blooming flowers are everywhere!

Now is when the trees and flowers begin to bud in southeast Massachusetts.

Foreshadowing of the seasons to come. 3x5" min-art.

 It's the beginning of March.  Still, there is snow piled on top of snow.  Hard-packed layers that will take much time and plenty of w...

Yesterday on Cape Cod came several more inches of snow.  Last night I dreamt of bright green springtime amongst patches of heavy winter sn...

I just had to illustrate the roadtrip from Wimberley Texas to Peabody, Massachusetts.  Aside from a white-out blizzard in the mountain...

The Great Migration from Texas to Massachusetts is underway! A good friend, a 16' rented Penske truck, and all of my belongings are m...

After 6 weeks in New England, I'm back in Texas. I have 2 weeks to pack up, and then move to New England. I've always wanted to li...

Brushpen with Photoshop colors.

When the storm rolled in at sunrise, the sky glowed like a fresh bruise. Yellow and orange, deep green and blue. It ominously foreshadowed...

We have a huge deer population in the Hill Country. For several years I've been feeding and befriending a family. This mother and he...

I sketched this a couple weeks ago. Now, the bloom stalks are about 2 feet tall. I have quite a collection of succulents and cacti, many o...

It's Spring Time!!! Brushpen and Photoshop.

The Old Manse house is next to the battle field of the first Revolutionary War encounter in Concord, Massachusetts. This was also a meeting ...

Individual drawings from a 3 x 4 inch sketchbook. Plants drawn around town. Morning glory, roses, palm frond, artemisia, variegated ginger...

A quick location sketch of a low water crossing in the neighborhood of Woodcreek. Cypress Creek is spring-fed from the local aquifers, and ...

This is the first and only oil painting I've done. I think I was 17 years old.

I think this moth had just come into the world. The wings are very short, so this is the only explanation I can come up with.

One of my favorite wildflowers. Reminds me of the Dr. Suess story, "Horton Hears a Who".

A glass gazing ball. Inside are marbles for weight to keep the gazing ball from flying away in strong winds (which is often).