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...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...