The Hidden Treasures of Richmond 2007

I would have never imagined driving along River road in Richmond and coming upon wildflower trails.
This painting was quickly painted in oil and I did another lovely watercolour painting.
We always enjoy visiting in Spring those trails again and what a treasure; every year many more beautiful flowers growing wild.

The Gray Whale...May Love To Stay More in the Fraser 2010

If these waters could cleanse that False Creek,
Perhaps more vivid dreams could surface,
Only to impress that wanderer,
Its form so beautiful,
And warm-blooded like us,
The months have gone by now,
Its glistening ashen body,
Frolicked and searched,
In that wasteland of neglect and abuse,
Land that seems to revive,
Time heals but will only hide,
Cold facades and concrete replicas,
The soils secrets,
Still leaches their toxicity,
Back into that ancient waterway,
Settlements in this estuary,
From the First people,
Their Nations harmed none,
And left silent talk,
Their spirits may have called out,
People of our times,
Friendly and excited,
Will run to the decks and wave on,
But the whales language still searched,
In its ancestral waters,
And moved on and away
And out to Jericho Bay,
Without play in its liquid world,
Its watery breath sighed,
Please come back another day,
Seen last from Spanish Banks,
Come back to us along this Rivers Bank.

And Once There Was A Cannery 1991...

As if I was walking back in time,
Only the trails of Boundary Bay,
Still hold that certain mystic for me,
I love revisiting those places painted,
That time would never relinquish
Those faded memories stripped away by familiarity,
Which is beauty,
Resting stoically in places untamed,
And weathered by the elements,
Still lives on in this painting,
And the many more images ready for the reveal,
Perhaps its form no longer rests along that slough,
The luscious land,
The sea with all its baggage,
And the space around,
Companions of my West,
One would love to wonder,
Even the winds hushing breath,
As it flows through the cottonwoods,
Teases the crying willows away from my attentions,
Would leave us all dreaming and wishing,
To stand now at the very spot,
Where the years have gone by but I have clocked,
My youth taken away mercilessly by time,
If closing ones eyes real tightly,
And opening them quickly,
Could reveal the beauty which once stood there,
Please Sun aid in reviving that dream,
I have seen your waves of heat,
Transform this land,
Into that mirage,
Which would help me in my dreams,
And reveal the wooden cannery once more to me.

Pine Tree at Cypress Bowl in Charcoal 2002

I found another one of my compositions on manila paper, done while on a painting trip to Cypress Bowl. This series of this wonderful and interesting pine tree shows a charcoal drawing. Time has aged the paper and darkened it but I'm glad I pressed quite hard and scraped away with the charcoal stick. I feel the impression left was quite good and even the areas which were left alone; gave space and light during that perfect summer day.

Recollections Of The Garden Water Pots 1996

When entering my flower garden,
Certain memories are released,
That is the passion that time would not relent,
Goad it back to form and let me dream once more,
Many decades ago the children could see,
And would love to lose themselves,
In the blossoms and vegetation of the planters,
Everything lovingly smelled and collected,
Questions filled that beautiful garden room,
The hydrangeas with their mystic and flowering clusters,
Soft pretty pinks, blues and whites; splendor soothing a childs heart,
Hold strong to ones memories as time will fly by precisely,
As adults the children ask the same wonderful questions,
Searching and exploring especially after the rains,
The spent flowers become cup-shaped seedpods,
Water pots of the garden now,
Drenching or refreshing,
Whomever,
Which loves a game.

The Subtleties in Blue of the Gulf Islands 2000

A sudden smear,
Would lead to many blushes of indication,
Only that awakening form,
Would reveal all,
In the joy of that expressionistic moment.

When Our Souls Unite 1989

What a beautiful adventure,
To search,
In this garden of peace,

I leave behind me,

That meaningless wasteland of a city,
A cold concrete jungle with shady recesses,
Undesirables lurking in the darkness,

We all love to walk,
In this luscious oasis of nature,

Human beings,
Perhaps united for the common good,

All bodies are lovely,

Alive and vital,

Vehicles for our Souls,

Perhaps a Romantic notion,

When eyes meet,
Our words would greet,
Thoughts of peace,

Certain connections or friendly farewells,
Enrich us more,
When our Souls unite.