Hope Sweet Hope

57 consecutive days. Most days there were waves of some sort but everyday I saw, heard, smelled and touched the ocean.

love lilacs

It was wonderful, beautiful, at times painful, but mostly just wonderful. Making new friends and reuniting with others; volunteering at the local Surfrider Chapter; surfing all kinds of waves in warm water.

I arrived home to spring, to lilacs, to leftover swell, and to new waves from a surprise swell south of the border. The winter wettie is a training tool unto itself and I appreciate the strength it gives us rather than lamenting over lost agility. The long drives to the surf? Well, they feel longer than ever. The isolation of not being surrounded by surfers and close to the ocean? That is the part that hurts the most - but at least this year I was ready for it.

morning session you gotta look

Today was my first day out of the water in 57 days and I am not complaining but I can already feel my gills drying out - that old familiar feeling. So what's next?

Pineapple Monday

captured outside piña sunrays

Playing Favorites

A few photogenic moments in March and April. And around the corner... rolling tres/goathouse Untitled Andrew @ Wilderness front yard. again. fuschia feathered front yard casita sunset pano

Seek & Find

There is something about finding new surf spots and the roads that lead you there. Discovering a break for the the first time culls a particular kind of stoke. All the pretty little horsies road spot

From Here You Can See the Ocean

And when there is swell – you can hear it. Good morning. perfect April 6th, 2012

Photos from April 6th, 2012