This is one of my favorite Plein Air paintings that I did on Creekwood Ranch. I feel blessed to get to paint beautiful Quarter Horses in the Palo Duro Canyon (especially when they stand still).

This young cowboy is offering his horse a bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The dog is wondering if he'll get a bite. It's amazing what horses will eat. I used to have a horse that loved oranges. He would put the whole thing in his mouth, and when he bit down, juice would squirt out both sides of his mouth.

This trio is counting their blessings for a good year. This painting was done for the cover of Beef Magazine. They did prints of it. Shannon Brooks was my model with his dearly loved horse, Mobile.

This is part of the River Breaks remuda owned by my good friends Bill and Sheri Cornett. I've been blessed to go on that ranch many times and paint their beautiful Quarter Horses. I've even taught a few workshops on "How To Paint A Horse From Life".

In all the years I drove a stagecoach, I never had to do it through a lightening storm. I hope they're not far from the way station. That coach is certainly the highest thing on the prairie.

This painting was commissioned by Home Interiors, and they asked me to put in as many things that say "Texas" as I could. How many do you see?

While I was researching the Comanche Nation for another painting, it occurred to me that I had never done a portrait of a Comanche brave as I had with so many cowboys. Usually, when I include a Native American in a painting, they're stealing horses or chasing a stagecoach. I enjoyed doing this noble portrait for a change.

As this cowboy is learning, you never know what might make your horse explode. In this one, it's a bolt of lightening, but when I was breaking horses, I once had one explode because of a styrofoam cup.

I've known several working cowboys that were loners. I was one of them. I was never happier than when I was alone on horseback in the middle of nowhere. That's when I felt closest to God.

Anyone who follows my work knows how I enjoy painting old adobe missions. I don't think the Padre is going to be very happy when he looks at his flowers. Jeanne and I know how he feels as the wildlife around our house eat our flowers on the front porch all the time.