Pull the Blanket Over
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...