My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...

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. :-)
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...