Pull the Blanket Over
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...

I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes it's way to bed. Here is one of those sweet afternoons, cast in layers of blue and pink, the exclamation points of palm trees punctuating the view. We'll be here tomorrow, too!
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...