Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...

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.
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...