Beards..again..

Alive..

A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase of life span, in effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child. And I have searched myself for this possibility with a kind of horror. For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment. I did not want to surrender fierceness for a small gain in yardage.

-John Steinbeck

Ten feet..

arrived back from the mountains and this was waiting for me..

Steve had worked some magic..
took it out for a run at Pines and it just blew minds.. noserides like a demon, turns on a dime, sitting out with the SUP freaks and catching waves before those fuckers knew what was going on..
everyone was dually impressed and a barbecue was held in its honor..
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snow..

Spent the last few months chasing snow between Australia and New Zealand, I must of done something right somewhere because no matter where I turned up a huge dump of snow wasn't too far behind..
anyone who's spent anytime at the club field's in NZ will recognize this shot.. best seat in the house.. just before some epic powder runs

vision..

birthday..

Its Dakotas birthday.. It snowed in Jindabyne eleven years to the day.. the midwife was late and I delivered my second child in the living room of the stone cottage built with the hands of the first white woman to cross the Snowy Mountains..

Just right..

Twas the perfect size for a grand wee longboard session

Beards..

Been known to rock a bit of facial hair in my time.. this rings true

Rad..

How badly do you want to surf this board? I just can't stop staring at those rails..

Saturday nights..

you know you've got a good one..

more..

Waiting..

This is a sweet little feelgood short via Malcolm Johnson from ages ago..

A good day..

In the morning a fine coffee making machine was acquired for $10 at a flea market

Erin picked up a new set of wheels from a garage sale 'round lunchtime

and by the afternoon the reef was two to three foot and offshore.. speed dialer heaven..
then sourdough bread baking by moonlight..

Feelings..