Pink Afternoon
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...

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.
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
There are creatures among us who live without drama or distraction, who manage to make the world eve...
Plumerias are all over California. They grow out of the ground or in large pots so you can keep them...