What a wonderful world


oil on linen


In a private collection

sold through Edgewater Gallery on the Green

I see trees of green, red roses, too,
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

— Bob Thiele and George David Weiss, songwriters
from “What a Wonderful World”

Eva Cassidy sings my favorite version of this song,
although Louis Armstrong is always there in the
background as I listen. I have always wanted to paint the
view of the Kitchel Bay boathouse we have rented for
two magical weeks over the course of the past
twenty years. There is something so intrinsic,
quintessential and everlasting about a mountain
that drops to a deep clear lake. I think it must be
some ancient voice I hear, telling me that this is
where my bones are buried.

Anyway, this is my thank you to a wonderful world.