Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

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.
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...