Point Loma
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that’s not how I intended it. It...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...
Modern photography has enabled us to see the mother ocean and the children of the tides who play in ...