San francisco — It took a moment before my mind registered what this stranger was doing - when it clicked, I just smiled. There was nothing graceful about how I managed this shot. Actually, for the people who saw me taking it, I probably looked decidedly suspicious and eccentric as I frantically dug around my bag, produced my camera, slowly inched closer to my subject and surreptitiously tried to capture the in...
San diego — I got lost last night while running, and ended up caught by the dark, trying to find my way home up an unlit country road. Con: getting hit in the head with a low-hanging tree branch This happens to...
Point reyes station — september 7, 2013, our last day of our plein air painting excursion, and we came across Whitehouse Pool along Highway 1 near Inverness. while Kevin and I were painting this landscape, we noticed some...
I'm sitting quietly in my mother-in-law's new condo in Vallejo, California. I'm quite sad to see Hi disappear.
It doesn't stop raining outside California
It's October. Summer in Southern California is alive and well.
It made a little more sense, after that.
Visiting my old stomping grounds to check out the farmers market.
Fine gentlemen of the road: Cameron, Beau and Columbus.
Sometimes , I think about leaving SoCal. Then a Sunday like this happens, and it brings me to my senses.
When was the last time you felt misplaced, only to be reassured by something completely unfamiliar?
hang gliders / proposals
"As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow... So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.”
It was warm all day in the fourteen-karat gilded light, so warm it eventually immobilized you, and laid you out on the couch feeling your vitality draining.
By the time I discovered my error, the sun was nothing but a thin, red line lying on the foothills.