Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes it's way to bed. Here is one of those sweet afternoons, cast in layers of blue and pink, the exclamation points of palm trees punctuating the view. We'll be here tomorrow, too!
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
My animal spirit is the Clouded Leopard. The Clouded Leopard is rarely seen, it hides in the trees a...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...