First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
We met Cleopatra (Cleo) on a visit to the vet for the other cat that owns us, Nefertiti (Neffi.) Nefertiti never got along with other cats, but these two seemed to fit together.
We learned Cleo had been abandoned on the back porch of the clinic with her three day old kittens, too starved to run away and very nearly dead. She was welcome to a loving home but the vet requested we keep her as an inside cat.
There's something about an animal lounging in a warm space with a full belly, saved from a life of misery and death from starvation, that just demands painting. So I did.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...