Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
On July, 1, 2015, an American dentist from Minnesota, Walter James Palmer, and local hunting guides ...