Searching for Fairies
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...

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.
A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did. The...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Mother Tree was a one evening project that almost painted itself, and knew immediately when it was d...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...