My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...

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.
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
I have never really been drawn to creating landscape paintings. I do them now and then but it always...
The Plumerias were glorious these year, one of them with bright pink flowers and warm yellow hearts,...