I'm living in bricks these days.  It's meant to be temporary, but you never know.  I find myself getting interested in skies, changes in the weather; painting scenes without a truck or marquee in sight.  Expect this section to grow.
I miss chopping wood, fetching water, feeling close to the wild. But the wheels were never the whole point. 
I used to be a New Englander: I wouldn't mind a Thoreau cabin in the woods.

(Click on the images for captions.  More recent work is shown first.)

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