Falls lake, I 85 crossing 16x 20x 1.5 acrylic on canvas $125
Inspired by a well-stocked, beautiful lake.
On the Appalachian trail 40x 30x 1.5 acrylic on canvas $295
From the Maine Journal 2000 Appalachian trail
A couple of North bounders came in later on in the evening. We offered all our left over hot dogs. The north bounders called themselves The Iowa Boys. I talked with one named Cornbread a little while about what is was like to be almost done with the trail. “Kind of mixed feeling,” he said,”Part of us is sad to be done with this life style. The other part looks forward to taking only weekend trips where you can take anything you want.” They all wore tennis shoes, carried no tent, only a tarp. I asked Cornbread if he would do the trip again in a couple of years. He thought a moment and said,” I could see myself doing the traill or a big part of it anyway with a girl friend or a wife.”
After dark the moon was close to full, so I walked down to the lake and sat on the rocks. The black, inky waters of Maine spread out before me. Pine covered the hill sides and every once in a while animals could be heard snapping twigs or making gentle splashes on the water. Nathan and I talked untill very late in the evening about the paradoxes of woman. Every once in a while coyotes would meke errie calls from over a nearby hill. I have been in the backcountry many times before, but never had I heard the sound of the lonesome coyote. I felt pretty rugged.
The next morning we were the last to rise, the last to leave camp. Felt like such a slacker and were hiking by 10:00. It was now that I was told that the errie “coyote” calls were not coyotes at all but some kind of water fowl called a loon.
Jordan Lake summer time 24x 30x 1.5 acrylic on canvas $215
Fish Strike 16x 20 x 1.5 acrylic on canvas $125
Mountain Lake Maine 40x 30x 1.5 acrylic on canvas $295
