Precious
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...

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.
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
"There goes my hero. He’s Ordinary." – Foo Fighters 49% of the trash you see i...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...