Creek

I painted this at age 12 and sold it to my dad for $35. It was my first sale.

Fishing boat

I painted this when I was 11.

Autumn

I painted this when I was 10.

Barn scene

This is a painting I did at age 10. My instructor said I had a knack for painting skies.

Sailboat

This is an oil painting I did at age 9 after I started taking art lessons from a local artist in Washington state.

A Poem for my Wife

Within you is a fire,
to which nothing can compare.
Within you is a desire,
I can tell because you care.


I miss your sweet caress,
so glowing tender and sweet.
Its absense I express,
Leaves me incomplete.

I sense the feelings inside you,
though masked they may be now.
I sense what might be true,
Its essense you must allow.

So don't wonder what could be,
An emotion so alluring.
If my love you can't quite see,
Its presence is enduring.

Love,
Donald

A poem for Miranda

Was it as postulate twins we got our start?
Or on email when you revealed your heart?

I remember it was on the street, when you first grabbed my hand,
And as a result, you may have got more than you had planned.

Our adventures from Busch Gardens to the Pacific,
Of course all of them were quite terrific.

But it seems our journey together has ended,
Yet my heart has not thouroughly mended.

As it seems I may lose you to another,
Know the glow in my heart will not smother.

Because while bodies eventually dwindle,
My love for you I'll always kindle.

Love,
Donald