House on J Street
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...

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. :-)
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...