Precious
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
One of the things I love about surfing is just being on the water, letting mother ocean take me up and down the shoreline, watching her inhabitants swim by, and finding that special place that speaks of peace and home and calm. There are no silly dramas or conflicts here, there is only water and life and the feeling of home.
Pondering Atlantis was a painting I came to one day in one of these peaceful moments, sitting cowboy on the board, looking down into the water and wondering how many eons the waves had washed over the sand beneath my feet. How many fish and mammals and plankton had lived and died since we crawled out of the sea . . .
. . . and began destroying as much as we could before the ocean rose to reclaim us.
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...