An old homesteader's cabin in the Teton Valley that imagines what an early, turn of the century photograph might look like. An aspen grove in Island Park, Idaho, with a nod -- albeit a slight one -- to the impressionists. A reminder of old American iconography, borrowing a bison from Yellowstone National Park. Southwestern flair on a saguaro cactus in Saguaro National Park, Arizona A handsome bull moose in Grand Teton National Park gets the PHA Arting treatment The four peaks of the main Tetons as viewed from the Idaho side, treated in the manner of old-time sepia photography Aspens lend themselves nicely to abstract images. These were in Grand Teton National Park A white horse and an explosion of gold in my neighborhood in the Teton Valley, Idaho A path winds its way through an aspen grove in Grand Teton National Park White on white on white. A daisy from my yard, photographed on my wall. A lavender field in New Zealand begs the next sitter to make themselves comfortable Purple March Ode to the late Fred Ochi, among the finest watercolorists ever to come from Idaho Falls, and barn painter extraordinaire When aspens overwhelm Fall spectacular in Grand Teton National Park When the Tetons wear gray Sentinel of the Teton Valley The Tetons reveal themselves to be the meaning of the phrase, "Of purple mountains majesty" A charming winter scene in the old parts of the Teton Valley, Idaho A touch of winter alpine glow on the Idaho side of the Tetons A moody day with the fishing fleet at Westport, Washington A rainy day at Port Townsend, Washington Sometimes I feel compelled to paint, but my brushes are lenses and my canvas is a computer screen. The result is questionable as “photography”, but often very satisfying when my painter’s itch needs to be scratched.