Showing posts with label mal longboard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mal longboard. Show all posts

Thursday, April 3, 2014

If Thoreau Surfed

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, 
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. 
Let him step to the music which he hears, 
however measured or far away."

Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Gidget, Layne and Woody

 The woman that the Gidget book and movies were based on Kathy Kohnemann with former Gidget and multiple World Titles, Layne Beachley in Hastings Street, Noosa.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Tobacco?


This was inspired by the observations of Rebecca over at
Making Friends With the Neighbours
who rightly laments the pre-historic state of the surf media's recognition
(or lack of) regarding women in surfing.
These are a couple of imaginary magazine pages that you won't see any time soon.
And dear Vans, please no subliminal promotion of tobacco please.
Lyrics above left by The Saints from the song Know Your Product, which sums up how the subliminal tentacles of advertising cons us into thinking their products will make us all better.
This post for the family and friends of Eddie Mabo and Yunupingu RIP


Monday, May 27, 2013

Hava go

I hear a lot of talk from people who don't surf saying they'd like to try it and despite my encouragement, there's often more talk than action. It's the same with life in general - a lot of talk but not a lot of follow through execution of the talk.
This post is for those who get off their backsides and have ago at stuff in life that's a bit out of their comfort zone. Congratulations.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

Monochrome Monday (filmless Atlas)



 I still use a number of film cameras on occasion - usually when the light is perfect or I need large format in the studio, but for the rest of the time, I heart digital and my darkroom-in-a-box.



Wednesday, May 15, 2013

I am the walrus

"Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun. 

If the sun don't come, you get a tan 
From standing in the english rain. 
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. 
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob."



"Expert textpert choking smokers, 

Don't you think the joker laughs at you? 
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, 
See how they snied. 
I'm crying. "


"Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower. 
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna. 
Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe. 
I am the eggman, They are the eggmen. 
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob goo goo g'joob. 
Goo goo g'joob goo"

from I Am the Walrus by The Beatles

Sunday, May 12, 2013

M0n0chr0me MOnday (me and m0ffs)

Today's post is dedicated to the pioneering O'Brien's -  refugee, boat people who sought a better life on the other side of the planet.
About 150 years ago, a boat named The Queen of the Colonies brought three brothers and their families from Ireland to Australia. On board was a two year old girl, who eventually mothered a girl, who eventually mothered a girl, who now lives on the point overlooking a memorial to the crew of the same boat.
The circle completes.