It Begins With Us
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...

There's something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I've always loved. In the arid dunes, life still thrives, and you can never get any closer to the Earth than by pondering, for a moment, just how many grains of sand make up the smallest dune that the wind has built.
Or maybe I've just read Dune too many times and expect to see a sandworm at any moment. Nope. Those are dune buggies . . .
At any rate, the one mistake I made in taking on the glorious dunes of Glamis east of El Centro, California was thinking this would be an easy subject.
It Begins With Us is part of a series that began with one of my wife’s daily walks in which sh...
A moment at one of my favorite beach breaks, Ocean Beach, the Dog Beach end, in San Diego. There are...
There is a calm amid the chaos of the ocean waves. The rising and falling of the water, the energy o...
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...