Windsong

Some days 

you just want to lie on the deck 

and soak up the rays

and others

well

you feel the pull of the tides

 and the caress of the wind 

on the waves

and so

you unfurl the main

check the stays

check the larder

and let go the anchor.

Sunday Drive

Aloha Nikonos

If I count my phone, I have nine working cameras and one car to chuck them all into. 

My absolute toughest, go anywhere, quasi indestructible little light trapper is my second oldest camera, the hard working 35 mm Nikonos V which is 30 next year. 

It's taken a lot of beatings in the impact zone and never botched one exposure. While I've tumbled across the bottom of Granite Bay screaming quietly for a breath of air, not a drop of moisture has gotten inside.

This pic courtesy of Wikipedi

So I figure it deserves a little holiday over in WA with Margaret River surfer big Corey from the TooMuchFunCollective. Aloha little orange marvel and BIG thanks.

Most Heroes Are Anonymous

 "Most Heroes Are Anonymous" the shoe slogan read, back in the day when I actually ran (as opposed to this morning's uncoordinated puffing shuffle).
Clever. Had me hooked. Still like it.
As a concept anyway, but not as a sneaky advertising gimmick designed to vacuum more debt out of one's "credit" card.

In the greater scheme of things, most of us would be lucky to know a couple of hundred other souls traversing Life.
To the rest of the planet, we are anonymous. Randoms. Faceless. Without a story.

But heroes no less to those we care for, to those we inspire, to those we love.
And that's enough.

"In with the old, out with the new"

 Today's post needs a bit of old skool film imagery from last century.

Steamfest 2013 - Americanos Abney Park were the headliners. We had no idea what to expect as this was the first Steampunk festival in our shire. My phone has a diary note taken while they were playing their song, Steampunk Revolution, "in with the old, out with the new" which is kinda how the Steampunks approach the creative process. It reminds me of the daDaists revolutionary penchant for whacking together a few  "found objects" and voila aRt.
I forsee a surfing spinnoff - broken bits of fibreglass, fins, tattered wetties, Gath hats with propellers and brass stuff hanging off it. Hmmm, note to self, revisit other folks' reject piles in the local kerbside cleanup.

Surfing the light

Magic light

This is a cropped tweaked scanned and recycled 35mm Nikonos film shot I took of Japanese surfer Tehru(?) three winters back. I've used it before but am not up for much today so feel some magic winter light is required.

This one's for the Wilkies. Hang tight.

Too Old to Rocknroll

More than a thousand suns have grazed my eyes and scorched my skin since my first day at school, a holy picture in my top pocket to protect me and sox that didn't match. I have forsaken the gut blasting pain of pre-rashie-era styrofoam short boards for a plethora of fins, foils and rockers. 

This weekend sees a group of ageing grommets assemble for the annual winter Wrecks and Relics gathering (dare I say "contest"). These are the crew who were there (probably don't remember) when single fins became twin fins and thrusters morphed into longboards more suitable for a gentlemanly (dare I say "middle-aged") approach to sliding the brine.

So if you see a bunch of leathery old buggers down near the Noosa Rivermouth laughing at each other, lugging around old Joe Larkins and Woosley's, know that they have seen it and done it all and that you can still surf after 60!

TGIF (Dazed and confused)

Sun came up this morning,

but I never saw it.

Slept in three hours

past my get up time.

Got up dazed and confused.

Felt like the middle of the day.

So here's a quick couple

of Kodachromes

from the film archgives.

TGIF

Deep Winter Six

Cod Hole Dreaming