Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

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.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Subtitle: On an Otherwise Flawless San Diego Evening Tragic Turn of Events is part of a series that ...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...