Sun Basking
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...

Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching them teeter left and right on the training wheels until the day comes they declare they are a Big Kid now and demand you get out the wrenches and remove them.
I like First Bike because it was one of my first experiments with salt as a texturing device in wet watercolor, and the way it captures this shady spot on a hot summer afternoon.
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...