My Dad, Chester, a weatherman at the old Sacramento Airport, using a Theodolite. I remember being at work with him when he did this measurement at night. I found this photo nestled in an album with a much later date. I don't remember seeing it before. There is a long history of theodolite use... Continue Reading →
Escaping to the patio from the claustrophobic apartment confinement due to the Coronovirus pandemic affords me a calming panoramic view of the outdoors. Cumulus clouds punctuate the rich blue sky. The clean air reflects the result of the sparse street traffic. This surreal season affects my status as a mostly-retired, self-described introvert, much less than most people... Continue Reading →
This killdeer bird is loudly protecting her ground-based nest of three eggs. Her nearby partner feigned a broken wing to draw attention away from the scene.
In 1975 I painted this watercolor of my son, using a print from a portrait taken at a local portrait studio.
In 1961 I painted this oil of Mount Shuksan. I used a small photo in a magazine as my source. I had recently discovered that I could reproduce a subject quite accurately. It was then that I moved from paint-by-number to painting my own scenes. This was in color.
Villa Montalvo, once the grand estate of Senator James Phelan, offers a peaceful environment set among formal gardens, including this compelling courtyard.