These are some of my pics from Sandy Day 5.
Shooting into the sun sucks.
Tag: journal
Backtracking Sandy 1
This is an example of the waves that can get kicked up in a storm, here on our island.When you see pics like this~you’re first thought might be ~ he’s never gonna make that!And then he does ~
And then there’s this surfer.This picture was taken on the same day.He had been very selective~choosing one of the less threatening waves.Nice~WIPEOUT!
This surfer is Josh Pinkin. The west wind was blowing him back off the wave. He was being very cautious. The other surfers and people on the beach had concern. Inside, I was cheering him on. Right now, I had the thought of the ONE wave I rode at Puerto Escondido, Mexico. I could see people on the beach getting out of their chairs and pointing at me. I was an old lady, back then fifteen years ago. Anyway, I made it, he didn’t. There comes a time that every surfer has to step up.
He did and he was obviously happy about it, wipe-out and all.
Zack Miller
Zack Miller
Yesterday, I grabbed my camera and headed to the Spot. There were four surfers out and I enjoyed takings pics. I would never even consider paddling out in windy waves like that; not anymore.
Hurricane Sandy is headed our way here in Fernandina Beach, FL.
Car Show
Post ESA contest shoot, I headed downtown Fernandina to check out the car show. Unfortunately, I missed the show, but did see a lot of cars in the streets.
Something is always going on ~ on the island.
Lil Spray~Big Spray
Today we had an East Coast Surf Contest in small waves.
Sutton
Chris 
Lil Spray
Big SprayOne WaveAfter another~
It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, finally. The waves have diminished but the surf spirit hasn’t.
A Sprinkle of Wisdom
This is my Dad.
~Every generation Blames the one before~
I always heard stories of him working at a gas station, when he met my Mom. She use to pass by, because she lived a block away. He liked the way she walked.
She was fourteen when they married and he was nine years older. I know things now, I didn’t know when I was a kid. Things that happened.
I can look back now and know, sometimes, he tried to share his wisdom with me, but I couldn’t hear him. I was too angry. I was already lost in my own survival.
CR Sunset
I’m dreaming of the Costa Rica sunsets. Everyday, neighbors meander down and watch the sunset It’s ritual.
It’s getting cold here for me. And, I can’t comment that it’s cold in public, because all the people, from up north, that now live here, will take off about cold weather.
~ssshhhhhh~don’t tell anyone~
It’s all relative.
Purple
Simple and Serene
Broken Home
He’s missing the boat that she’s on~
BROKEN PROMISES
She’s missing the boat that he’s on~
BROKEN HOME
Blogging as Art
Part of being a blogger is reading other people’s blogs. It reminds me of when I did art shows. I attended other artist‘s openings. Who would want to be an artist, that only went to their own show?
I always knew that I was an artist…..long before I knew how to draw or paint.
It’s something inherent in me.
People are provoked by art and creativity, but they also seem to shy away from it. It’s portrayed as being frivolous, yet we’re surrounded by it on every level of our lives. That’s ironic.
I am reminded of the movie Castaway.
I love to use this as an example of the importance of art in our lives. Tom Hanks, playing the part of a Fed Ex type, upper manager, is in a company plane crash and stranded on a deserted island. Up until that moment in his life, everything hinged on speed. Continue reading Blogging as Art
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