Pink Afternoon
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...