Pink Afternoon
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
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.
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...
Say what you want, California regularly has the most beautiful sunsets in the lower 48. I think it...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...