Morning Palm
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...

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. :-)
This freshly trimmed palm growing just over our fence greets me every morning, I thought I’d r...
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...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...