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...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
I find it amazing that there is another world – many worlds – most of us never get to se...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...