Dreamanor Lake
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...

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.
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...