With a nod to Henri Rousseau whose paintings of jungle, beasts and dreams have always held a particular fascination for me.
Okay, maybe I’m an idealist and it’s true I don’t live under a wind tower, but for all the visual pollution and the issue of more power lines, I still see wind as a viable alternative energy source and with this image I’m lighting the darkness with windmills.
Okay, I’ve never been to NYC or seen a Broadway play, but I was thinking of a scene after rain, neon reflected on wet road and maybe a playbill plastered to the ground. Sometimes there’s a little rhyme, even when there’s no reason.









