Warming at the Window
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...

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.
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...
My animal spirit is the Clouded Leopard. The Clouded Leopard is rarely seen, it hides in the trees a...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...