Sun Basking
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...

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.
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...