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

the Pipevine Swallowtail by Jerry Dalrymple

Showy lady slipper orchid by Jerry Dalrymple

Sunflower Portrait by Jerry Dalrymple

Gold Finch in winter by Jerry Dalrymple

dolphin play by Jerry Dalrymple

monarch magic by Jerry Dalrymple

Monarch summer by Jerry Dalrymple

Serengeti by Jerry Dalrymple

Black Neck Stilt by Jerry Dalrymple

Luna Moth by Jerry Dalrymple

cloudless sulphur by Jerry Dalrymple

tiny dancer - common buckeye by Jerry Dalrymple

barred owl autumn by Jerry Dalrymple

night moves by Jerry Dalrymple

the Kestrel hawk by Jerry Dalrymple

the Wood Duck by Jerry Dalrymple

house finch in winter by Jerry Dalrymple

Fulvous Whistling Ducks by Jerry Dalrymple

Giant Swallowtail by Jerry Dalrymple

river otters winter pond by Jerry Dalrymple

Horned Grebe and yearling by Jerry Dalrymple

Clouded Sulphur II 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 40 plus 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!