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Today Wonder

every day has wonder, 

you just have to 

put in the effort

to look hard, 

to listen hard 

and to smile soft

Today Wonder

is also a song

by the former Saints guitarist

Ed Kuepper

Monochrome Monday (the great curve)

The intersection of one curved surface and another curved surface as it rolls across yet another curved surface - board, wave, Earth.

On Any Morning

While you and I

are slapping on

the sunscreen and the hat,

this guy is silvering up

to earn a quid

by staying still.

Monochrome Monday (a wall is not a door)

"Dont spend time beating on a wall

hoping to transform it into a door"

Coco Chanel

Hibiscus Dawn

We were standing on the sand dunes last night waiting for the full moon to rise and eclipse over a seething post-cyclonic Pacific Ocean when a couple of fellas rocked up with quite a bit of camera gear.

Of course we had a chat and during our convo, one of them stated emphatically that dawn photos are best when there's no clouds.

I was perplexed, but polite.

This one's for you, bud. Iphone. Hand held. No tweaking of any kind.

Moon photos tomorrow.

Palm Sunday Squall

The Pocket

Found $9 which had been rattling around the pocket of my boar dies for the last nine surfs!
Epic, including a slide with Huon and his Bing Elevator in fairly ordinary surf this morning - but fun nonetheless.

If Kierkegaard Surfed

"To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. 

Not to dare is to lose oneself."

Soren Kierkegaard

If Lenin surfed

If Lenin surfed, he would probably wave to his salty comrades while gliding on his log as demonstrated here by Noosa Mal Club elder,  Mick Henderson. No idea whether there would be a revolution or not though.
Maybe he'd argue for surfers to give up the shackles of commercially dependent product and embrace the purity of body surfing.

Monochrome Monday (down to the sea again)

 Some salty snippets of memories and verse

 for my siblings of the sea and assorted lurkers.

"I must down to the seas again, 

for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call 

that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day 

with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, 

and the sea-gulls crying."

John Masefield, Sea Fever: Selected Poems

Time to get outdoorslike

Noosa Part 2

Kneeling

Somebody else kneeling where my quad came to grief last weekend.

Monochrome Monday (when the music's over)