Medium and Large Works

The Trees Knew What We Didn't Say

I'd Never Been There, But I Knew the View

A Memory Borrowed From A Dream

There's a Voice In the Fog That Knows My Name

Before the Plunge

Thunder Over The Sleeping Ridge

Tocatta and Fugue for the Melting Meadow

When the Lights Flickered at Midnight

Four Days After The Storm

When We Left the City for Good

Sometime Between Then and Never

The Hill Still Glows Where We Said Goodbye