They, whoever THEY are, say life is made up of moments. Not memories. I mean, do you ever really remember the WHOLE movie, or story or day, or trip? Not. DO you ever really understand entire themes, life-stages or years or even weeks in their entirety? NOT. There are MOMENTS that make perfect sense. But take like 1,000 of those moments and lace them together and they can't all make sense - perfectly - together. There were many moments on our recent trip to Nicaragua where I had been surfing for 4+ hours, cranking out chill turns on a log, when I would just stop turning, stop bing and stall the board and drag my hand in the face of the wave and just watch the reef (WORLD) go by. Filtered through crystaline water at the speed of nature. Moments. Too much scrutiny or judgement (Dude, it's like surfing and like duh and like that's like for little rubber people who don't shave - it's like fucking meaningless so why don't you like get a clue) just kills the whole thing. So, rather than judge those moments, or try to figure out EXACTLY what they mean....I am choosing to just wallow in them. Like love fondue. Like a remote hot spring. Like a moment of solace and truth and simplicity. Like last nite. Like tonite, when Q and I were stacking wood and watching the sunset and making idle conversation about really inane things like which dragon from his Rings of Fire book would win which fight against who. It's all meaningless. It's also the most important stuff in the whole world. It just IS. And in it's simplicity it is the fundamental basis for why we are here.
Photo Albums
Panama 2006
- In the spirit of adventure and having new experiences together, the Missus and I rolled the dice on some informal recomendations and an ad from the back of Surfer Magazine for a 'Private Surf Island' off the coast of Panama. Suffice to say - we had a great, diverse crew on the island, scored some of the best - and longest waves - I have ever ridden and already have the island booked for next year. This is the DL from Morro Negrito - 2006.
'Round The Hood
- So, we live at 8,040 feet. We commute via bike some 17 - odd miles and 3,200 feet of vertical down to Boulder, most days. On the other days, we are running, skiing, snowboarding, hiking, drinking beer in the meadows and ridges around the house. The natural environment is something we are immersed in every day. This album is an attempt at reflecting on and capturing some of the beauty that we are immersed in every day. After a decade and a half of this - I am just getting warmed up and feel like a tourist seeing it for the first time every day. All these photos are in the hood - in the yard. It's a hellofa yard.
Colorado Trail 2004
- In August of 2004 an assortment of riders from Nederland, Belgium and Northern California set out to ride some 320 miles of trails across the amazing state of Colorado. This is their story.
Snow
- Being that we live at 8,040 feet, weather, and snow are both a huge part of life. We shovel it, ride through it, ride on it, pray for it, curse it. We love it. Whether it's burying the ramp, blowing into hug lip launches at Edlora or carrying us over a cornice in some distant part of the state - it is a huge part of our constitution.
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Posted by: Buzz | December 03, 2014 at 12:21 AM
boom!
thanks for this one.
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