Jerry Dalrymple Art Collections
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Artwork by Jerry Dalrymple
Each image may be purchased as a canvas print, framed print, metal print, and more! Every purchase comes with a 30-day money-back guarantee.
peregrine falcon by Jerry Dalrymple
Swallow Tailed Kites by Jerry Dalrymple
Luna Moth by Jerry Dalrymple
howling at the moon by Jerry Dalrymple
barred owl autumn by Jerry Dalrymple
Gold Finch in winter by Jerry Dalrymple
dolphin play by Jerry Dalrymple
Ebony Jewel Wing Male by Jerry Dalrymple
Horned Owl Splash by Jerry Dalrymple
winter is coming by Jerry Dalrymple
ruby throated by Jerry Dalrymple
Home of the brave by Jerry Dalrymple
the Kestrel hawk by Jerry Dalrymple
Sunflower Portrait by Jerry Dalrymple
Clouded Sulphur II by Jerry Dalrymple
The Scout by Jerry Dalrymple
monarch magic by Jerry Dalrymple
morning harmony by Jerry Dalrymple
Hooded Mergansers by Jerry Dalrymple
Male Wood Duck by Jerry Dalrymple
alpha by Jerry Dalrymple
Tufted Titmouse III by Jerry Dalrymple
Hairstreak by Jerry Dalrymple
Homeward bound by Jerry Dalrymple
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About Jerry Dalrymple
I hale from middle class America, a true, blue collar family, the son of a carpenter and stay-at-home mom. My parents, both gone now, came from rather poor families, and grew-up during the Great Depression. Both reaching adulthood during World War II. They were good people, hardworking, salt of the earth, Christian people. Dad was a strong, handsome, quiet man. His word was good as gold and there is nothing he loved more than his family and home. Mother, a petite woman, was fiercely protective of her children. Her face bore witness to her Native American (Cherokee) heritage; dark hair, dark eyes, and high cheek bones. She was quite beautiful. We didn’t have much when I was growing up, but hey, not many people did. As small boys tend to do, I loved playing in the woods and bringing home every manner of “creepy crawler” (as my mom called ‘em) I could lay my hands on. If it wiggled, crawled, flew, or swam across the face of the earth, I likely had one as a child. Surely, it was my mother’s reluctant acceptance of her son’s curiosity that cultivated my interest and love of nature. Through the years, I have carried this fascination and love of nature with me into manhood and outside of my family, it is still my biggest source of strength and enjoyment in life. I watched Howdy Doody, the Beav, and Captain Kangaroo on our black and white TV. And I was ten years old, setting behind my desk the day a tearful announcement came over the elementary school PA. That message still rings in my ears today; someone had shot our beloved President JFK. I remember Ed Sullivan, the BEATLES, Bob Hope, Vietnam, and Woodstock. The first man walked on the moon the year I turned sixteen. I met my wife Barb shortly after graduating high school, we married and spent the next several years growing-up together. Now, two children, several houses, many dogs, an African Grey parrot and 50 years later we now call Central Florida home. All of these things helped shape my personality and make me the person I am today. But my parents get most of the credit, it was their sacrifice, dedication, and hard work that put me through school and taught me to love and respect God, country, nature, and other people. Thank you Mom and Dad - love you! Miss you guys!