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

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.
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
There are many terms surfers use when they back into a breaking wave with the tube covering them, th...
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...