Pink Afternoon
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a wave to shore, hundreds of tons of water throwing itself at the beach, the opposing forces that dive beneath it that cause it to fold, are absent from the sand below, you only feel a gentle push and pull, you get to watch the action of the vortex of tons of water battle above you in an eddy of calm.
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
John Pitre was one of my earliest art influences. Before the internet, we already knew of the depers...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...