Outdoor Adventure
Joyfully Defying Limits – Joyfully Defying Limits speaks to both the subject’s age and that unknown ski run she's considering. In her mind, it’s about the run. To the viewer’s mind, it’s about ageism. At the same time, it’s about the thing inside all of us that says, “I want to be like that when I get older.”
Paradise is Paradise – I took up skiing later in life, at the age of 48. After just a few lessons, I was utterly captivated. There is something uniquely enchanting about the tranquility of gliding down a freshly groomed run, or the exhilarating sensation of weightlessness as you soar through pristine powder. My favorite lift at Powder Mountain is aptly named Paradise. As I ascend the mountain, surrounded by the awe-inspiring vistas of red rocks rising from deep snowdrifts, their jagged peaks framed by the graceful sweep of ancient pines, I am transported to a place that truly feels like Paradise. AWARD WINNER SOLD!
Creekside at Sedona – On a hike beneath Sedona’s Cathedral Rock, my best friend and I found a single pair of hiking boots left at the edge of Oak Creek—no one around. Were they forgotten? A dare? A mystery? My friend snapped a photo that kept us wondering for years. When I began painting, that moment became one of my first watercolors—a birthday gift and one of my first accepted entries into a juried gallery show. It’s an unusual subject for fine art, but full of story, memory, and a hint of the unexplained.
Rolling in the Deep – The ocean, like music, shapes climate and sustains life, embodying nature's balance. Its rhythmic waves, deep blue depths, and endless horizon facilitate harmony in ecosystems, weather, and biochemistry. It ocean absorbs and redistributes energy, composing a symphony of interconnectedness that echoes the universe’s life-sustaining balance in the functioning cosmos. Giant curl, into the pipe, a surfer's dream. AWARD WINNER
Between Seasons at Snow Basin – High in the Wasatch Range, Snowbasin’s lodge peeks through a warm summer haze. Once blanketed in powder, the slopes now glow with green, spring’s last wildflowers clinging to the hills. Long shadows stretch across the meadow, cast by towering pines and late afternoon sun. The mountain breathes in quiet contrast—its winter roar replaced by the hush of wind and distant birdsong. This moment, caught between seasons, holds the spirit of the basin: timeless, changing, and still.
Effortless – For a split second, gravity forgets its job. Suspended mid-air, the skier poses—not for balance, but for fun—already certain a friend behind the lens is catching it all. There’s joy here, and a little cocky swagger, earned honestly. Time stretches just enough for a grin, a flex, a silent yeah, I nailed that. Landing will come soon enough. This moment is pure confidence, weightless and unbothered, where effort disappears and style takes over.
Gondola Under Moody Skies – Gondola Under Moody Skies was painted during an exclusive fall plein air event in the mountains above Morgan, Utah. Colorful, late-day storm clouds loom overhead, saturated with shifting light and heavy with the threat of an approaching break. The gondola ascends against autumn-washed slopes that quietly hint at winter’s arrival. Crisp air and glowing foliage heighten the contrast between warmth and shadow. Painted on location, the work offers an intimate glimpse of scale and atmosphere—a moment suspended between seasons, where fall’s richness meets the charged stillness before winter. SOLD!
Ski Bliss – Mid-carve, edges biting clean into winter silence. Ahead, a ridge drops away, hiding whatever comes next. That’s the moment—exhilaration braided with anticipation. Mountains stretch in the distance, vast and indifferent, while the world narrows to breath, balance, and motion. Swoosh, swoosh. Past and future fall quiet. There is only this turn, this line, this trust in momentum—an invitation to the unknown just beyond the edge.
What’s “Yurt” Favorite Winter Scene? – Snow falls in quiet blues and purples, piling up with no agenda. Pines cling to steep slopes in the distance, while a narrow trail curves just enough to tempt you onward. The yurt sits snug and smug, roof sagging under snow, icicles daring gravity to make the first move. Is it shelter? Is it destination? Or just a perfect excuse to slow down and smile mid-winter wander? Either way, this little curve in the trail feels like an inside joke between you and the season.