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...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...