First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...

Say what you want, California regularly has the most beautiful sunsets in the lower 48. I think it's the marine layer that comes and goes as the heat rises and falls. Nothing like an August sunset when the air is just humid enough to blow some clouds in to drape the sun with.
This is the view over the fence of our house, the sound of children playing as the day winds down.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Just give me a minute, will you? Can I take a breath, hear and do and think about NOTHING for just o...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...