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, ...
A friend was touring Southeast Asia this summer and posted the most amazing pictures of his travels....
A moment at one of my favorite beach breaks, Ocean Beach, the Dog Beach end, in San Diego. There are...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...