A Moment to Myself
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just 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.
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...