Paper Birch

Alders and Maples

This painting was commissioned by my aunt. She said she loved a bright yellow.

Wachlella Falls

Saddle Mountain Mist

We made the arduous climb to the top of Saddle Mountain and found ourselves in the middle of a cloud. All we could see beyond the railing was white fog. At least there were lots of wildflowers on the way up.

Nurse Log

Gorge

Deschutes River Afternoon

Cannon Beach

Every Spring , some other artist friends and I spend a long weekend in Cannon Beach in order to get away from our usual routines and focus on painting in the company of kindred spirits.