Along the coast are beach houses. They are on stilts. Usually they are not in commercialized areas with hotels, etc. but are by themselves. People who stay in them prefer the privacy they get there. They come in all sizes and colors and have their own beauty.

As the summer comes to an end, a couple takes advantage of the sunlit sand and the refreshing feel of water on their feet.

This is my brother Chuck. When I painted it I just let go and let my emotions flow. I think it helped to make him come alive.

Two of my favorite things are fishing and the ocean. Here’s a portrayal of me casting into the ocean at Cape San Blas in Florida. I’ve portrayed the late afternoon sun with the light sky on the right, the highlight on my face and legs and the long shadow behind me.

Under the tree when the rain stops.

Twenty-five years ago I was visiting Edinburgh. I left there and drove to the east until I could see the North Sea. I wanted to get closer and turned on a road leading to the Torness Nuclear Power Station. I got out of my car to see the waves crashing on the rocks. I saw a man sitting there fishing. I love fishing, so I walked over there to talk to him. We were both speaking English, he as a Scotsman and me as a Yank. It was the same language but we could hardly understand each other. I told him he was so lucky to be able to go fishing, to which he replied, “I’m retired. I don’t have anything else to do!” Here’s my remembrance of him a quarter of a century later.