In October I took a road trip and the first stop was Ojai, California. The first morning I took my coffee out to a chair that overlooked the valley and one of the first things I noticed was a little yellow house in the foreground...somebody's home. It looked like they had a garden. Soccer fields were nearby. I could hear children's voices. Stables and paddocks in the distance along with some avocado fields, palm trees and then those majestic mountains. One morning, one view that almost summed up my life so far in a place I had never been.
West Coast Abstract Painter with roots to the South