Warming at the Window
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...

A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...