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

Point Loma is not really a landscape painting, at least, that's not how I intended it.
It's about a girl discovering a new adventure, squinting into the setting sun, peering into the distance on tippy-toes and wondering where it should take her. The path to the left beckons, and you can see where it leads, the footfalls of former travelers showing you the way . . . . let's go.
Sure it's a long walk back. But you will never know if you don't choose.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Several years ago I was near poverty, struggling to fetch out a living in a southern Oregon town, li...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...