journal – Page 27 – Fish Eye Farm

SK8 Pipeline

It was another Ice Cream Sundayz at Pipeline Surf Shop, Fernandina Beach, FL. Rob Ruy, the owner really puts out a lot of energy for the surf ~ skate culture here.

We’re participating in life and recording.

D.M~C.I. & Chuda

I really like these photos. They are remnants of Sandy. D.M. is David Montgomery. C.I. is Chris Igou. And Chuda is Chuda……When I surf, I feel like they look..

A Sprinkle of Remembrance

We will not regret our past~nor wish to shut the door on it.

Yesterday, when I was standing on the beach taking photos, the wind was biting cold to me. I didn’t like it at all! My nose began to get cold and I started remembering. I normally don’t mind sharing my memories and telling my story. But for some reason, with this I hesitated. I didn’t want to think about it. Continue reading A Sprinkle of Remembrance

Re-Run

photography………It can be re-done, edited, cropped, colored, manipulated…..as much as you choose.

Unfortunately, life can not be done over. I was looking through papers yesterday and I was reminded of the date when my life took a significant turn. I thought that I had hit a home run and the future looked super-bright. But that was not the case.

When these things happen, its best to focus on the good.

Focus~a photography term.

Photography helps me to maintain a good attitude~no matter what.

The Duggans

Meet the Duggans

They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season.

Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do.psalms 1 v.3

The father, Doug was out surfing with two of his five children, Lucas and Kayla.

Twenty-five years ago, I was driving Doug and his friends to the break with me. I remember, in one of those sessions, some guy in the line-up called me an old woman. That’s funny. I rode a 5’10 Challenger back then. Now I paddle out on a 10’2. I wonder if he’s still surfing? It’s all relative.

~I can still remember Doug’s grandmother, being a voice of encouragement, in my young life~

I feel related.

God is Good

God or Gold

Does anyone remember the Tarzan movies, where in almost every episode, someone was killed trying to run with a chest full of gold. I would be screaming in my head, “drop the gold, drop the gold”. But they wouldn’t give up and of course, they would sink into quick sand, or a temple would collapse on them.

When I was able to give up, let go and let God, the world became a different place. It was no longer a hostile and fearful environment. Everything became easier. I didn’t have to make things happen.