Sunrise Palms
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...

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.
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...