Sunday Waffles
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
Subtitle: On an Otherwise Flawless San Diego Evening Tragic Turn of Events is part of a series that ...
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...