First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...

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.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
I find it amazing that there is another world – many worlds – most of us never get to se...
Plumerias are all over California. They grow out of the ground or in large pots so you can keep them...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...