In Cape Cod looking along the shoreline as the tide rolls in and the sand disappears below the surf.
Before the ocean seas horizon,a lone sail boat drifts, as the sun burns off the morning fog.
As the sun sets upon the Atlantic coast, the towns silhouette appears and a lone fisherman reels in his catch of the day.
A gentle rise in the sand, a seperation in the shrubs, a path to the edge of a bluff that over looks the Atlantic across to sandbar where Race Point Light is a beacon, not just for ships, but the whales that are there to feed.
On the east coast on these rocky shores of the Atlantic stands this beacon of hope to travelers.
Two years ago we were in St Augustine Florida and they were celebrating 450 years of history, when I took a reference photo to do this painting. It is the oldest european settled town in the country. It was settled initially by the Spanish. Most if not all of us (our ancestors) immigrated here at some point. This is indeed what made and continues to make our country great!
An overcast day, walking the pups on the beach, a small pool of water stands still and is reflecting the figures, whos cares have went out with the tide.
A cool suuny day, January in St. Augustine Florida. This can be any beach where nothing stops the thrill seeker and adventerous.
The Chicago Lighthouse on Lake Michigan, where tall ship, 'The Windy' sets sail for yet another adventure.
A cool but balmy morning in St Augustine, Florida, these gulls are in flight formation for destinations unkown.
A friend modeled for this piece, where freedoms are expressed in relation to a trip out east in Ptown.
A hot summer days end, the rolling of the tide, light reflects off the surface or is it an Abstract with a horizon line? You to decide.
Over the Atlantic two birds fly across the sky, high above the rolling sea, in a vast endless 'Blue Haze' while a lone boat sails on.
It's early spring and another day's closing. Will their be a tomorrow and what will it bring? Breath it all in and be here for it.
St. Augustine, Florida where the North Atlantic Right Whale calving grounds are and many species of sea turtles nest. It's a new day and all things are possible.
One persons sunrise is anothers sunset. One persons seascape is anothers abstract.
A foggy morning walk, the sky, sand and sea merge and the couple disaapear over the horizon
St. Augustine, Florida, where whale and sea turtle are born. Stay here high upon the pier and you may just be lucky enough to see one pass by.
Watching the sun rise over the Atlantic. There's no better way to start the day.
Spring 2017~ We were out east on Cape Cod to do some whale watching and see the endangered North Atlantic Right Whale. The ocean was teaming with an abundance of food and sea life, it was amazing. These majestic giants are at a cusp of survival. On our way back we stopped at Nauset beach, where I saw this person sitting on a rock, staring out at the sea, hoping to catch a glimpse of this vanishing creature. A serene and pensive moment.
Blue on blue, a monocromatic study of the sky, sand and sea with a single bird skimming and reflecting off the surface.
Sold~Love, loss and grief, the memories are with us in many forms.
Inspired by the ocean, beach and sky, but is it a seascape or an abstract? Well that's for you to decide. A gentle, serene and peacful piece and place, to be sure.
First light of the day, a heavy fog, a salty mist sprays off the ocean, a gulls voice echoes and the two figures meet or do they simply pass each other by.
SOLD~Saw this scene and it brought back memories. A summer day, all the wonder of the ocean, the beach, the possibilties and what I could create, with just a bucket and shovel inspired by the world around me...my imagination.
Imagine walking along the Atlantic coast, nothing but the morning light, the sound of the surf, the salty mist and a lone seagull squacks out a single note.
A sunny spring day at the beach. Listen carefully to the sounds: ocean waves, the wind, and the birds above.
End of the day, where shadow and light meet.
Several miles out of town, on a sunny day, when the tides out, here's what can be seen looking along the peninsulas end. The pilgrim monument towers over Ptown, as a symbol of freedom sought as it was when it was first colonized.
SOLD~Beyond the dunes silhouette, a horizon line, and the morning sun burst with all things possible.
The Atlantic ocean and sky as the sun begins to set on a steamy day or elements of design; point,line, shape, form, space, color and texture, you decide.
At days end, in St Augustine, Florida, several Brown Pelicans fly along the ocean shores. Break it down in to its essential design elements, an abstract or perhaps a hidden message, uncoded.
Sunrises over the Atlantic and a large 'Flock of Seagulls' pass overhead. A good day.
The day begins or perhaps is ending, the tide rolls in and rolls out, today is another day.
This is the fifth season these wonderful birds have visited the pond behind our home. A mated pair of Sand Hill Cranes come every spring, have 1 or 2 chicks and raise them over the season. We've become quite familar with them, photograph them often and they seem like family at this point. This time of year they begin their flight training, for their migration south, until hopefully they return for yet another season.
Chicago has a Tall Ships event, off Navy Pier, regularly and it's very own 'The Windy' that tours the Chicago, Lake Michigan area giving historical tours. On one occasion I was out on 'The Windy' and captured several images ship to shore the Sears/Willis tower to John Hancock, with Chicago Lighthouse in the foregroundand Navy Pier off to the right. 'Chicago Is' my kind of town.
Off the coast of St. Augustine, Florida, in the Atlantic ocean there's an evolving dedicated group of surfers. Combing the beaches, you can find them just before sinrise until right after sundown when surfs up, they're catching a wave. This surfer was catching his final wave of the day.
All the anticipation and hopes of catching that ultimate wave and riding it, but alas the surfs have subsided. The tides are rolling out and he'll try again tomorrow.
What sometimes looks to be the sun setting is really the sun rising. The day opens and it closes, one on to the other, just be there for it and take it all in.
The warmth of the sun, a light breeze, the salt of the ocean mist, the sound of waves rolling in on the beach, he's lost in thought and daydreaming of some great discovery that his days explorations have revealed. Then a voice calls out, it's his mother and today, in this moment, all is well with the world.
On a day when the sun shines so bright & warm, the water and sky are so still, a vivid blue, that lost in thought, the world we create, building castles in the sky, for the eye to our imagination are all that exist.
Another day playing at the beach and looking out across the seemingly never ending ocean. It's warm, a cool breeze blows off the water, we plant our feet in the sand and swim trunks' like a sail catch the wind and cools as the sun beats down on us.
A simplified and direct approach, conveying an ethereal silhouette, as the sun beams across the ocean casting a shadow on the sand.
Here’s one of the areas I frequent. In mid summer the Illinois prairie flowers are in full bloom. The pond is quiet mid-day, as are the homes and weeping willow stands center.
Rushing down the beach, he waits in quiet anticipation. But hurry now, time is fleeting.
Out an the beach on the Atlantic Coast, just taking it all in, the sights, sounds, smells, and thoughts. A gull lifts off and I remember a story from when I was growing up, “Johnathon Livingston Seagull,” I presume and am inspired.
A dense fog engulfs all land, water and sky are bearly disguishable and a lone boat, bob’s gently in the sea as the sun disappears somewhere in the mist. Alone, a sense of Isolation begins to set in, but you are present and realize you are connected to the ubiquitous all.
A Brown Pelican on migration route, stops over on Lake Michigan. Lost in the day, a boy explores all the mysteries the sea unbounds.
We left Hyannis on the Cape, upon the Steam Ship Authority, car, dogs and ourselves all aboard, headed toward Nantucket island. The seas were slightly choppy and a light drizzle fell as our 2 hour tour ended pulling into the harbor. The rain stopped, clouds began to disapate and as we got closer the shoreline full of houses , sail boats leaving the harbor appeared, and Brant light circa 1746, stands as sentry to welcome us our arrival.