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...
Normandy park — I remember driving through California; first LA, then Palm Springs, where we met our friends the Blankenships, and then Indio, my favorite vacation spot. The resort there was so amazing, I want to cry...
I'm sitting quietly in my mother-in-law's new condo in Vallejo, California. I'm quite sad to see Hi disappear.
Indio, CA
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
“Elephant Mountain”
"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.