Through the Surfing Glass
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...
Plumerias are all over California. They grow out of the ground or in large pots so you can keep them...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...