First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...

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. :-)
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...