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

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. :-)
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
"Show Me the Way" is a painting I’ve had in my head for a very long time. Surfing is...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...