From my last painting trip to Santa Barbara. for sale
When I have my periodic fantasies of leaving the city and moving someplace quiet, the Santa Ynez Valley is high on my list, along with Catalonia and the ghetto parts of Italy.
Sunset behind my trusty Motel 6 in Santa Barbara. for sale
The cliffs by the water at Cabrillo, a nature preserve. for sale
Last year, we had the best of intentions of walking down to the waterfront (about a mile) to watch the fireworks. We had some people over, grilled out. Drank some sparkling water.
Then we got lazy. Climbing up on the roof (from which we have a glorious panorama view of the city) seemed treacherous. So we went out in the street and hopped up and down to see what we could see. This was what we could see.
Happy Independence Day!
Laguna – for sale
I painted this last year while staying in Irvine for a conference. The hotel smelled like butter, but where I was painting smelled like hot earth, sage, and the sea.
Painted about a year ago in Laguna Beach. for sale[/caption]
There’s a line in Camus that says: “..all Algiers at his feet, around them like a dark, glittering cape of jewels and shells.”
The hills splashed in sun and peaks wreathed in cloud above Santa Barbara.
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Point Loma seen from Coronado. For sale
PB from the Crystal Pier. for sale
Afternoon on San Diego Bay. for sale
Gentle gray light in Del Mar, CA. for sale
Hills stepping off into the distance. for sale
Mountains in Temecula – buy now