Troy and I dig this guy's art. It reminds us of our days living in Dana Point, CA. Oh how we took for granted a sunset walk to the beach, or an early Saturday morning surf. There is something magical about the beach. The smell. The sounds. The people. The feeling of freedom just laying in the sand soaking up the suns' rays. Man. Having a house is nice, but summertime in Romoland is just not the same.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Posted by ali at Saturday, June 09, 2007