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...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
There are many mystical places on Earth I’d like to visit, and one of them is the Tianzi Mount...
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...