Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
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.
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...
Plumerias are all over California. They grow out of the ground or in large pots so you can keep them...