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We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...
"Show Me the Way" is a painting I’ve had in my head for a very long time. Surfing is...