Through the Surfing Glass
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...