If the thunder don’t get you then the lightning will.

Dedicated to my dear friends Frank and Maureen and their wonderful children, along with Father Jake and all of the Okanagan people of Omak, Washington.  (Commissioned Piece)

Show me Eastbound.

Would love to stay, but gotta go.

Oh, the wind blows cold in the land of the Navajo.

Art is all around us.  This became apparent from looking down on York Avenue and 62nd Street.

I love a sunburnt country.