Precious
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
I have never really been drawn to creating landscape paintings. I do them now and then but it always...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...