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

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.
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
The funny thing about this painting is this was the visualization I had of the first house I owned, ...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...