AS A CHILD I travelled in Northern Baja but never made it to Baja California Sur until '81 when I sailed my boat, the Aurelle, from the Caribbean thru the Panama Canal to Baja where the desert meets the sea. Viridian waves breaking on clean sandy beaches, the sound booming up the arroyos, the sheer scope of the Sierra de la Laguna towering above the rolling desert and the small pueblos kept luring me back.

I am thankful I was able to experience Cabo before there were paved streets and electricity 24/7. When it was still a fishing village with turtle oil sold on the dusty streets. There was no paved road from Cabo to Todos Santos, only a single dirt track. That feeling is still here but harder to find. I am still looking.

Sweep of the Point  25 x 45 Clouds & Tide  20 x 25 In the Arroyo  9 x 10.5 Morning Light  25 x 45 April  24 x 36 Arroyo La Muela  16 x 24 Green Wave on Sand Bar 30 x 40 Red Flowers by the Sea 18 x 24 Trapiche 12 x 12 Cardon at Cataviña 24 x 16 Cementerio 12 x 16