First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
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. :-)
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...