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

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.
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...
A moment at one of my favorite beach breaks, Ocean Beach, the Dog Beach end, in San Diego. There are...