Cleo
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...

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. :-)
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
Something about this painting makes me happy, I hope it does you as well....
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...