A long view from Nambe of the Jemez Mountains ( an ancient volcano, once the largest in North America) with the blooming chamisa along the arroyo.

In summer the clouds build over the higher terrain around our valley and move out over us - sometimes we’ll get a downpour; mostly, just a few drops.

A view of Black Mesa where the Pueblo indians fought and lost their last battle in the 2nd Spanish invasion, from the hills south of our adobe home in Pojoaque.

Autumn skies in New Mexico are even clearer and bluer when punctuated by a single autumn sycamore tree - Bill loved that punctuation for its complimentary contrast.

Bill wanted to live in a hogan on the edge of this canyon on the eastern Arizona part of the Navaho Nation. We camped one fall on the ancestral home of our guide, sleeping in his orchard and awakening to this scene.

A hillside chamisa with companion juniper in the background. Bill became severely allergic to both, but loved painting them.

Another favorite for winter outings was the village of Cundiyo, near the more famous Chimayo, particularly after a snow.

Another view of the Rio Grande at Embudo, in late fall after the leaves have turned and fallen.

One autumn we drove over the Sandias from Placitas to the east side, along a wonderful creek - Bill was better than most at sorting out the dense creekside material into a delightful autumnal scene.

The Rio Grande widens in the Gorge, creating room for the village, farmlands, and orchards of Embudo. This is spring in the Gorge.

The chapel where the Penitentes meet to worship near the village of Abiquiu.

This is a painting looking north from the highway near our home - a very typical northern New Mexico vista without a landmark of note. Bill particularly loved the complexity of the old juniper, and the challenge of painting it.

William was a masterful interpreter of New Mexico skies because he was an exceptional painter all round - accurate in depicting both values and color while remaining loose in application.

The green belt that stretches from the Sangre de Cristo to the Rio Grande is the bosque of Nambe Creek and the Pojoaque River (after being joined by the Tesuque River waters). Pojoaque is Tewa for place where the waters meet, and though intermittent now having been dammed by Nambe Pueblo, it still feeds historic acequias along it course. This is the river bed behind and north of our house.

The Rio Grande River cuts a deep gorge through the volcanic material of the Rio Grande Rift in northern New Mexico.

Another exquisite sunset over the Jemez Mountains to the west of Jaconita (a traditional village of Pojoaque on the Jacona Grant where our home is located).

Inquire for size and price.A sharp decline in the Monarch Butterfly is believed to be caused by the use of pesticides causing the loss of their main food source, the milkweed - difficult to paint, and one of Bill’s favorites.

Bi-annual trips to DC for our shows always included traveling through the Shenandoah and Blue Ridge Mountains to revisit places and gather new material for Bill’s East Coast fans.