Pull the Blanket Over
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...

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.
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
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My animal spirit is the Clouded Leopard. The Clouded Leopard is rarely seen, it hides in the trees a...