My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...

There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy of the breath of Luna as it crests and rolls and crashes at the shore, the ripples that speak as the breeze dances across the surface, the feathery kisses of the water as it laps against my legs, it is all so soothing and relaxing, the endless sky of summer wrapping the world in blue.
It feels like home.
I don't really know why I call this one Precious, it's just the word that comes to me when I look at it.
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...