Cleo
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...

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.
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...
There are creatures among us who live without drama or distraction, who manage to make the world eve...