House on J Street
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...

There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over your head, the smell of mother ocean wafting around you, the first splash of the chilly water around your ankles, the feel of a trillion billion grains of sand beneath your feet as you shuffle out through the shallows on a new adventure.
Sometimes it doesn't go well. Sometimes stingrays find your ankles for target practice, sometimes the fin of another surfer sends you for stitches, sometimes the surf is so bad it's more frustrating than ecstatic.
But it always starts this way and always . . . you are so grateful you went.
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...