Five canvases of the north shore in winter, painted fast with the wind in the room.

Four flower pieces, each painted before the flowers dropped.

Flowers on borrowed cloth: green velvet, blue silk, and a tray of shells.

Night paintings made from memory, the morning after a full moon.

Sunsets over the bay, from the twenty minutes when the sky does the work.

Fruit, glass, and cloth on one table by the north window.

The salt marsh behind the town, in its red and gold weeks.

One river, painted once in each season of a single year.

Small panels of fruit and corn from the end of the growing year.

Three weeks in the mountains, and the largest canvas I have ever carried.

Lakes and calm bays on days with no wind at all.

Old oaks and rock in the wood above the town, the series that started it.