Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching them teeter left and right on the training wheels until the day comes they declare they are a Big Kid now and demand you get out the wrenches and remove them.
I like First Bike because it was one of my first experiments with salt as a texturing device in wet watercolor, and the way it captures this shady spot on a hot summer afternoon.
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Requiem for a King
On July, 1, 2015, an American dentist from Minnesota, Walter James Palmer, and local hunting guides ...
Cleo
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
Glamis Dunes
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...