Floating on a Watery Planet

A dream of flight is to cruise silently above the earth, circling our plant, floating on the thin transparent fluid of our atmosphere in a trance of admiration and wonder…layer upon layer, with increasing density as we move closer to the surface, all things float on that dear blue sphere. As the world warms and flooding changes the face of our planet, water draws new maps and defines the agendas of our coastal communities. We cope, we protect what we can and let the water wash over that which we can’t…We continue our motion along the way and reflect on the perpetual balance of water and earth.


Signs are always presenting themselves on the horizon for our interpretation. We look for signs that portend changes in weather and the ride ahead. Sometimes they can be ambiguous, sometimes they can require the interpretive powers of an old salt, and sometimes they present themselves in such a clear and deliberate manner that there can be doubt as to the nature of what lies ahead.

Entropy in the Waning Light

All things fall apart…while those things that are are most enduring create an illusion of defiance to entropy, though imperceptible, the process is no less real. Entropy is often most apparent as we look upon those things that grow fast…When we passed this way a few short hours ago, we braced ourselves and maneuvered around a rapidly growing wall of storms that extended into the tropopause…yet as we retrace our steps in the waning light, we witness the break up of disorganized storms as their remnants melt into the evening sky.

Weather, earth, walls, and ideas fall apart in a natural entropic lapse unless the source of their growth can be sustained. We all long for storms to end…for that moment when, without sustenance, they become indiscernable from the calm of night…and like a storm, volatile ideas and walls that divide us, if not fueled and upheld by divisive intent, will run their course, deflate, corrode, and exhaust themselves, while the ideas that unite us can be upheld and sustained by our faith and spirits.

Light Swept

As we gaze toward the horizon, a new order unfolds…the visible world is metered in neatly defined subdivisions of earth, sky, darkness, and lightness and we experience a sensation that is unique to this space…never empty, we are never alone…Even as we move unfettered across a light swept plane, we are enveloped by it and we float in the embrace of the of the heavens.

A Native Banner

Green and blue color the banner of our land in billowing swathes of rolling hills stitched together by the narrow silver threads of mist lined meandering rivers that draw us deeper into the heart of this place.

Abstract Landscape: Watercolors

Contrasting pigments applied in layers over an earthen canvas, awaiting the abrasive dry brush of a desert breeze and the wet brush of sporadically running water to release their hidden beauty in fresh strokes of wild abstraction and the dripping ridges and swirls of this watercolor landscape.


As we pass through the soft precursive morning light with the emotional ease of waking with the dawn, our calm is broken by unseen and trembling cyclical waves of disturbed air. Turbulence pervades above a wrinkled and nappy blanket of cloud. Driven by pressures external to our experience, but all too familiar to those stuck beneath the shroud of gloom. Passing behind the front, escaping it’s influence, we look into its trailing edge and see the smooth rolling facade of pressure driven vapor. With separation, we have the gift of perspective and understand the effect this isolated influence as it sends ripples of pressure beyond its confines to upset the stability of the world beyond.

Puzzle Pieces

The atmosphere is a puzzle of myriad dimensions…constantly changing elements, adapting to unseen influences, merging and dividing, providing inspiration, fueling creativity, at once incongruous and harmonious…whether looking skyward at a vaporous ceiling or looking earthward at a billowing deck of cloud, we experience a dizzying sense of wonder as we move through the atmosphere and we forget where our feet are. Our obsessive desire to complete the puzzle is manifest in our longing for grounding glimpses of earth and our quest to find holes in the heavens to fix our place in the universe.

Moments of Glory

Amid the routine travel, the long work hours, and the lonely days spent away from family on the road, there are transcendant moments that light our souls when we are prepared to see them. We witness sunlight breaking through a cloud deck as rays of light kiss the horizon, we see the excited grin on a young traveler’s face as she takes her first airplane ride, we share the warmth of a visit with an old friend in a distant city…we feel a connection to our world and our people and we find moments of glory as we wander along the way.


A flash of lightening on the horizon disrupts our view of a starlit night. A massive explosion of energy, illuminating an enigmatic and vaporous patch of heaven…violent, incongruous, unpredictable…so bright that, as we allow ourselves to be drawn into the scene, our perception of the night sky is washed out and we are left numb to the sight of the stars above and the serenity that continues to surround us. A flash of light in the night sky, a splash in a tranquil sea, a hole in heaven…each represents a moment of disruption in our field of view, but as we look beyond, broadening our focus, we find illumination and understand that the world may be at once calm and utterly chaotic…each singular disruption makes us value the peace that abides beyond the chaos.

Fire in the Sky

As we climb out of the gloomy predawn shadows, casting off the bonds of earth and exerting our spirits upon the skies, we reach an altitude where we defy our sense of time, experiencing night and day at once…We wait for the sunrise, when in reality we await the earth’s steady roll into a fixed stream of sunlight…And as though balancing the caution of Daedalus and the reckless abandon of Icarus, forever drawn to the sun, we race toward the diminishing shadows on the aerial horizon and make our escape from this place of dreams.

Breaking the Sea of Solitude

In our solitary communion with the evening sky, a spectacular landscape hidden beneath us by a thin veil of cloud, yet still projecting an aura of great solemnity, adds substance to our meditations. We seem to be alone on an aerial sea of solitude, until at last a pinpoint in the distance grows, trailing an expansive and arcing contrail…a small imperfection on an otherwise perfect and imperceptibly curving line on the horizon…a broken line of smoke signal breaking the plane as if to say, “you will never be alone.”


“Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills
They’re not my land’s hills
And, fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home”

The deepest of greens can stir our hearts and though we may not possess the Blarney of our cousins across the Irish Sea, we seek to express ourselves and share the feelings that the sight of rich green hills can evoke….We are all island people, driven from the hills and destined to wander the seas and the skies, unwittingly (sometimes wittingly) searching for something lost centuries ago…all the time wearing the earthen toned fabrics of our heritage proudly and dreaming the dreams of lost poets, warriors, and mystics. When all other words escape us, we feel the thrum of “loss” creeping up our throats and into our silent songs. Old worlds cannot be restored, but the warmth of the embrace of a kindred spirit can do wonders for the soul…May we embrace all those who long for home, providing them shelter and protection from their oppressors and all those who would drive them to the sea.

Grandeur in Absence

A visual inflection point on a dramatic vertical landscape, a thinning veil of cloud draws our attention to the Black Canyon. Its light limiting depths and the contrast of raw stone edges against the snow speckled terrain convey the grandeur of its massive inverted facade. We notice it for what is missing from the landscape and we revel in the details of it’s emptiness as though remembering a loved one whose absence multiplies the intensity of their effect upon our lives.

Blueridge Snow

Contoured waves of white and blue define the southward flowing ridges of the Appalachian Mountains as they stretch through Virginia. The Shenandoah Valley, trapping snow just as it traps time, creates an adjacent but wholly different world in the shadow of our small blue mountains.

Obstacles Repeated

Looking deeply into the Sierra Nevada Mountains, a sequence of tightly spaced ridges repeats as though echoing the challenges presented by each snow covered peak. Far below our plane of concern, the mountains provide a source of reflection, a rhythmic visual harmony of granite edifices and vacuous chasms bound together by ice, snow, and clouds. For most of our days, our journeys. are unimpeded, such that the slightest disruption of our travel seems a calamitous violation of our right of free passage and we vent and fume in clouds of angst and icy shards of frustration…but the rhythm of the landscape tells a story of regularity and order in the midst of chaos. This is the way home and the obstacles to our sense of peace lie in how we choose to perceive them.

Appalachian Flow

Following Appalachian ridges as they flow to the south. The recent snowfall defines the valleys etched by glaciers in another era, adding greater dimension to our often soft and hazy perspective.

Into The Night

Along the ragged edges of the day, we find a celestial splendor that softens the rigidity of our perception and draws us into the night.

Lifting the Shade

Experiencing the joy of looking out the small window of an airplane at a big world made smaller by the experience. The upside to deadheading…

As a metaphor for how we live our lives…opening the window shade is a conscious choice we make to engage with the outside world, to broaden our view of the world by letting in a little light and looking beyond the limits of our place and our possessions. to recognize that examining the world through a different lens can lead to a new perspective…we begin to enjoy the ride and revel in the patterns of the world beneath us. Lift the shade and delight in the view.

The Where and the Wow

We wander the skies intent on our work…We focus on the technical details and weigh the ever-changing relationship between our ship’s performance and its movement through the fluid atmosphere that surrounds us as we seek a sense of physical harmony and efficiency. We think of the space we occupy in terms of numbers on a chart, conveyed by electronic signals from satellites orbiting overhead. We are enamored with our machines and they, in turn, consume our attention and distract our senses from the world outside…until a momentary flash of light excites the atmosphere, releasing an effusion of color and warmth, drawing our attention toward the aerial horizon and a singular moment that reminds us that where we are is somehow less important than the wow of this moment and that we are here. The dual blessing of science and technology is that they allows us to experience these mystical moments that satisfy the human spirit and bring us joy in the midst of our motion.

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