Things I like to do

Rock Painting

I finally picked up a hobby that I’ve wanted to do for quite some time now — painting rocks.

Over the years, while hiking, exploring the PNW coastline, and wandering through nature, I would occasionally come across painted rocks hidden along trails and ocean paths. Every time I found one, it brought a smile to my face and inspired me.

One thing I’ve been preparing for during all my adventures throughout the PNW was collecting rocks. Now that I’ve gathered a small collection, I’ve started researching different ways to prepare them for painting. YouTube has been a huge help, and I’ve learned there are many methods artists use.

Right now, my favorite method is priming the rocks with white paint before adding designs. I like how the colors and artwork stand out more against the white background. The downside is that it hides the natural surface and texture of the rock itself. In the future, I’d love to experiment with other techniques that keep more of the rock’s natural character visible.

At the moment, I’m simply painting whatever comes to mind — things that make me smile, memories I treasure, or designs I enjoy creating.

My very first painted rock was left along a hiking trail my wife and I explored together. Hopefully someone discovers it one day, treasures it, and appreciates the artwork behind it.

One of my favorite pieces is this one. I remember a young lady I care deeply about once calling me a “Dinosaur.” It made me laugh, and every time I look at this rock, it brings back many fond memories and reminds me of that moment.

Maybe one day you’ll come across one of my artworks hidden somewhere along the trails of the PNW and wherever life will take me.

A Tribute to My Beloved Brother

It is with a heavy heart that I share the passing of my brother. He left this world surrounded by love, leaving behind a legacy of wisdom, kindness, and unwavering devotion to his family.

Being much older than me, my brother often treated me more like a son than a younger sibling. Perhaps, in his own way, he was preparing me to be a good man. His love was deep—an unbreakable bond built on loyalty, trust, and shared experiences. It was a love that provided protection, support, and even moments of playful rivalry. Through his words and actions, he stood by me in tough times, celebrated my victories, and pushed me to be my best.

Though time and distance may have separated us at moments, our bond remained steadfast. I will always cherish the memories we created, carrying them with me until we meet again.

As you begin your next journey, may God guide you home to our parents and forefathers who are waiting to welcome you with open arms.

Godspeed, my beloved brother.

With love,

Your baby brother

Silver Star Hike

Took a little hike this morning, it's nice to see the outdoors.

Feeling like being young again

Don't you ever wish you were young again?

Somewhere deep in my heart I desire to go back in time and become a kid again. I miss those days when I was innocent, carefree and free spirited. Those were the days. There was no stress, no tension, no pressures and no expectations from no one. My world was free

from gossips, manipulations and backstabbing. That was the time when I didn’t know what words like jealousy, love, hatred and betrayal meant. That was a time when I had faith in people whom I called friends. Life was so peaceful, beautiful and amusing. But now all that seems like once upon a time. But seriously If I had a choice I would never grow up…But if wishes were horses we would never have broken and shattered dreams and fulfill all our desires.