My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...

Do you believe in fairies?
Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds.
We have a hummingbird feeder on our back patio, under which I learned that cheeping sound is not an insect, it's the chirp of a hummingbird. Where I found that my hair must look like a flower or something, because they are always trying to land in it whether I'm wrenching on the weedeater, firing up the barbecue, or patching the dings in my surfboard.
Where I learned that the greatest pleasures in life come from the appreciation of the smallest things.
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...