Kiting Day
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...

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.
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
There’s something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I’ve always lov...
My animal spirit is the Clouded Leopard. The Clouded Leopard is rarely seen, it hides in the trees a...