Vortex
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...

Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching them teeter left and right on the training wheels until the day comes they declare they are a Big Kid now and demand you get out the wrenches and remove them.
I like First Bike because it was one of my first experiments with salt as a texturing device in wet watercolor, and the way it captures this shady spot on a hot summer afternoon.
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...