Western Art

We’ve all heard the phrase, “sometime I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits!” There seems to be a therapeutic value in finding a quiet place to be alone with your thoughts. Learn More

Friendships sometimes come with struggles, strife, and differences. One person’s will or opinion becomes pitted against those of another. Each side is determined to emerge the victor. That scenario, however, always leaves someone feeling defeated. In those situations, humor has often proven to be the splash of water that extinguishes the flames of... Learn More

The indomitable human spirit is exemplified by the early pioneers of the American frontier, who, in times of great adversity, turned suffering and hardship into opportunities for growth and experience. Many who have gone before us have demonstrated that our inner happiness has little to do with our outer circumstances. The external conditions weathered by... Learn More

Imagination shrinks me till I am very small And buildings made of Lincoln Logs now seem so awfully tall. Every nook and cranny a place to now explore, The world looks awfully different when you’re only inches from the floor. Then later when I get tired of that little point of view I imagine that I am big again - big like me and you. No longer is my world a... Learn More

Many of my fondest memories center around my boyhood days growing up in the little farming community of Iona near Idaho Falls, Idaho. One of the permanent fixtures around Iona was old Tom Shurtliff. Tom was ninety-five years old at the time of this painting. Every morning he would ride his horse around town. At ninety-five, he could no longer stand on the... Learn More

Camelback At Sundown Learn More

There is a certain satisfaction and contentment that comes from a long day's work, especially outdoors. The day can start before sunup and go until sundown. At the end of the day your clothes can be dusty, your hands can be dirty, your arms can be tired, and your back can ache. Nevertheless, there comes a feeling of accomplishment and well-being... Learn More

I met this noble Native American at a rendezvous in Fort Bridger, Wyoming. Morgan Maize is his name, and I was thrilled to have him pose in this beautiful headdress. I found out later that Morgan is a Chiricahua Apache and is actually the great, great grandson of Geronimo. Who knows? Maybe our family roots hold a fascinating story for each of us. Learn More

Dance of Fathers Learn More