A Moment to Myself
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...

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.
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...