Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

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. :-)
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
I have never really been drawn to creating landscape paintings. I do them now and then but it always...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
Humans have always tried to make sense of the random firing of synapses that occurs when we sleep an...